For years I chased the almighty dollar,
sometimes two and sometimes five.
If I got one you’d hear me holler,
I thought that’s what kept folks alive.
But now I don’t wanna be rich as Croesus
I gots me religion and I loves me some Jesus.
For awhile I was in thrall to Austrian economics,
Back then I cared about monetary inflation.
Read Hayek so much I was hooked on his phonics
’til a gospel choir brought me pure elation.
Now I don’t care about Ludwig von Mieses,
I gots me religion and I loves me some Jesus.
Then I turned into a real estate whore
’cause as Will Rogers said, they don’t make it no more.
Bought lots and condos and I would hold ‘em
’til the price was right and then I sold ‘em.
Now I don’t care about easements or leases,
I gots me religion and I loves me some Jesus.
I used to eat ice cream, straight from the carton,
until I had man boobs that recalled Dolly Parton.
I’d scarf down Creamsicles and Eskimo Pies
’til the butter fat rose to the whites of my eyes.
Now I don’t care about nothin’ that’s freezes,
I gots me religion, and I loves me some Jesus.
