(A satirical poem to be sung to the tune of "Car 54 Where Are You?") May 14, 98
In the Messianic movement some are blinded to their plight. With an enterprising spirit, they'll convince you wrong is right. When they're fleecing you the while, you'll be taken by their guile. Messianic Mammon blues! There's a Messianic phone line, just for Messianic Jews. And a bogus tree in Israel, planted in the name you choose. Just your check or Visa card and your status they'll regard. Messianic Mammon blues! There's a junket to Bermuda and if you've the gelt you'll shmooze, with your Messianic rabbi, and your favor he will choose. With a gift of twenty grand, he will be at your command. Messianic Mammon blues! There's a lesson from the Scriptures, to be taken seriously. If we sell our souls for money, then a ruin we will see, of our Messianic plan, it will perish by our hands. Messianic Mammon blues! . |
