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Taming the World--for now
Here is a song I wrote this afternoon when I was supposed to be working in the studio on something else. (Naturally.) Rougher than a mile of bad road but you can get the idea. Listen here.
The Nigerian Prince
c.Dave Morehouse2009
(Chs) Yippee! Yahoo! I’m gonna be rich
Thanks to a sick Nigerian Prince
I’ll wallow in that lap of luxury.
Oh, Boy! Woo hoo! I’m gonna be wealthy
At last I’ll be financially healthy
Now don’t you folks wish you was just like me?
Late last night after drinking some ale
Well I sat down to check my mail.
I could hardly believe what it was I read.
Thanks to electronica
I found a friend in Africa
Who nearly made my heart stop dead.
He’s gonna make it real easy for me
A routing number ,three I.D.s,
And of course he’ll need to see my credit cards.
What will I do with all this money?
It’s just like stealing from the Easter Bunny
I probably need to hire some bodyguards.
chs
I’m sure glad he’s in a hurry to send it
There must be a thousand ways I can spend it
The pockets of my pants are spewing smoke.
A house, a car, a ranch, a yacht,
Just wait til you see what all I got
When I show my friends that this is not a joke.
chs
I check the phone, my bank is callin
They tell that I’ve surely fallen
For the oldest trick in the laptop book.
Now if you go to Nigeria
In deepest darkest Africa
You’ll find a prince who has a stately look.
And even though he is quite rich
That dirty rotten S.O.B.
Got to where he is cause he’s a crook.
Yippee! Yahoo! I’m gonna be rich
Thanks to a sick Nigerian Prince
I’ll wallow in that lap of luxury.
Oh, Boy! Woo hoo! I’m gonna be wealthy
At last I’ll be financially healthy
Now don’t you folks wish you was just like me?
Now don’t you folks wish you was just like me?
The Nigerian Prince
c.Dave Morehouse2009
(Chs) Yippee! Yahoo! I’m gonna be rich
Thanks to a sick Nigerian Prince
I’ll wallow in that lap of luxury.
Oh, Boy! Woo hoo! I’m gonna be wealthy
At last I’ll be financially healthy
Now don’t you folks wish you was just like me?
Late last night after drinking some ale
Well I sat down to check my mail.
I could hardly believe what it was I read.
Thanks to electronica
I found a friend in Africa
Who nearly made my heart stop dead.
He’s gonna make it real easy for me
A routing number ,three I.D.s,
And of course he’ll need to see my credit cards.
What will I do with all this money?
It’s just like stealing from the Easter Bunny
I probably need to hire some bodyguards.
chs
I’m sure glad he’s in a hurry to send it
There must be a thousand ways I can spend it
The pockets of my pants are spewing smoke.
A house, a car, a ranch, a yacht,
Just wait til you see what all I got
When I show my friends that this is not a joke.
chs
I check the phone, my bank is callin
They tell that I’ve surely fallen
For the oldest trick in the laptop book.
Now if you go to Nigeria
In deepest darkest Africa
You’ll find a prince who has a stately look.
And even though he is quite rich
That dirty rotten S.O.B.
Got to where he is cause he’s a crook.
Yippee! Yahoo! I’m gonna be rich
Thanks to a sick Nigerian Prince
I’ll wallow in that lap of luxury.
Oh, Boy! Woo hoo! I’m gonna be wealthy
At last I’ll be financially healthy
Now don’t you folks wish you was just like me?
Now don’t you folks wish you was just like me?