Often in my family, while we were all riding together in our car, we would sing songs together as we went to visit my grandparent's homes.
In this way, I developed a tradition of humming an old tune to myself and then making up some silly new lyrics to go along with it.
Most recently, I was making a political parody to an old bawdy house song, called; "My God, How The Money Rolls In." If you know it, please do hum along with me.
PARODY:
The Clinton's make millions of dollars
Whenever the Democrats win
And Acorn brings out extra (or, deceased) voters
My God, how the money rolls in!
Chorus:
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in!
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Not much quilty to report, but I am very hopeful for Log Cabin Lunacy legacies to begin tomorrow upon the Full moon here on Thursday, January 12th, 2017. Link.
Carry on as approved.
In this way, I developed a tradition of humming an old tune to myself and then making up some silly new lyrics to go along with it.
Most recently, I was making a political parody to an old bawdy house song, called; "My God, How The Money Rolls In." If you know it, please do hum along with me.
PARODY:
The Clinton's make millions of dollars
Whenever the Democrats win
And Acorn brings out extra (or, deceased) voters
My God, how the money rolls in!
Chorus:
Rolls in, rolls in,
My God how the money rolls in!
``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
Not much quilty to report, but I am very hopeful for Log Cabin Lunacy legacies to begin tomorrow upon the Full moon here on Thursday, January 12th, 2017. Link.
Carry on as approved.
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