There once was a stock that put to sea 
The name of the stock was $GME 
The price blew up, and the shorts dipped down 
 Hold, my bully boys, hold
 
Soon may the Tendieman come 
To send our rocket into the sun 
One day, when the trading is done 
We’ll take our gains and go 
 
She had not been two weeks from shore, when Ryan Cohen joined the board 
The captain called all hands and swore, he’d take his shares and hold 
 
Soon may the Tendieman come 
To send our rocket into the sun 
One day, when the trading is done 
We’ll take our gains and go 
 
Before the news had hit the market 
Wall Street Bets came up and bought it 
With diamond hands 
They knew they’d profit 
If they could only hold 
 
Soon may the Tendieman come 
To send our rocket into the sun 
One day, when the trading is done 
We’ll take our gains and go 
 
No deals were cut, no shorts were squeezed 
The captain’s mind was not on greed 
But he belonged to the autist’s creed 
He took the risk to hold 
 
Soon may the Tendieman come 
To send our rocket into the sun 
One day, when the trading is done 
We’ll take our gains and go 
 
For forty days, or even more 
The stock went up, then down once more 
All gains were lost, it was looking poor 
But still those traders did hold 
 
Soon may the Tendieman come 
To send our rocket into the sun 
One day, when the trading is done 
We’ll take our gains and go 
 
As far as I’ve heard, the fight’s still on 
The shorts not squeezed, and the gains not won 
The Tendieman makes his regular call 
To encourage the captain, crew, and all 
 
Soon may the Tendieman come 
To send our rocket into the sun 
One day, when the trading is done 
We’ll take our gains and go 
Soon may the Tendieman come 
To send our rocket into the sun 
One day, when the trading is done 
We’ll take our gains and go