There once was a preacher man named Tony
He made booze runs on Sundays ;
Truthers didn't know he was a phoney;
Guzzling his Scotch like always.
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Prophesied did he from those spirits:
I need that ice cream money;
It's a big church I need to steer it!
What's that in your pocket sonny?
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Hard times came from the secret film;
The sheeple started to discount him,
Hark! I need a herald please;
The party's over, turn in those keys.