How the Money Rolls In
To the tune of: “My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean”
I
My grandpa sells condoms to sailors
He pokes holes in them with a pin
My grandma gives backstreet abortions
Lord, how the money rolls in!
II
My cousin’s a pastor in Cleveland
He saves young, fallen girls from their sin
Fifty bucks, and he’ll save you a cutie
Lord, how the money rolls in!
*Variations of the above have been around at least since the 1970's.
Written 5/25/22
Copyright © Robert Gorelick | Year Posted 2022
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