It's not quite Deceased Equine Material, but the 'nacle sure has been fixated on money recently, when its not discussing female priesthood, polygamy, Word of Wisdom nuance, and, lest we get too serious, the never ending Poop Chronicles.

For a Friday diversion, and just because I can, here's the 'Nacle Money Song. If you don't recognize the orginal song beneath my parody, your music library is sadly lacking.


[Cue Bass Guitar]
[Cue Cash Register]
[Cue Bill Counter]

Money, get away!
Get a good job with good pay and you’re greedy.

Money, it’s a gas!
Those that have cash must’ve cheated for their stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I’ll buy me a blogger team.

Money, get back!
Don’t buy a house in my state, okay Jack?

Money, it’s a fling!
Don’t tell me ‘bout goody good tithing.
I’m in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.

Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly, let Ivan decide what to do with your pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
When you get to heaven you’ll find the rich got lost along the way.
It might be just me, but it seems there are an awful lot of people in the 'nacle who know just how other people should spend their money.


Ivan Wolfe said... @ July 29, 2006 at 7:22 PM

I've finally been snarked!

I'd like to thank all the little people who could make this happen....

D. Golden Shizzle said... @ July 30, 2006 at 4:20 PM

You're welcome, Ivan. By the way, that'll be $100.

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