“I like rate cuts in June, how about you? I like Wall Street’s tune, how about you?
I love a buy-side election boom when due; I like buy-all-the-dips, bulls-are-right yacht trips, how about you?
I'm mad about unbalanced books, can't get my fill; And Bitcoin and gold’s looks give me a thrill
Cutting rates whatever data show; When inflation ain’t low may not be new
But I like it, how about you?”
“Fly me to the moon; Let me trade among the stars
Let me see what stonks are like; On Jupiter and Mars
In other words, don’t hold my rates; In other words, Jay, cut them
Fill my trades with song; And let me punt for ever more
You are all I long for; All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true; In other words, Jay, I love you”