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We Need Some Cash
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A parody of Bobby Boris Pickett's 'Monster Mash.'
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Peak #1
Peak in subgenre #1
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New lyrics by Steve Bryant
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October 15, 2008
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MP3 2.9 MB, 128 kbps, 3:08
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Now that my 401K is a just a 4, writing and producing this was theraputic.
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We Need Some Cash A Parody of “Monster Mash” New lyrics and performance by Steve Bryant I was looking at my 401K one night. When my eyes beheld as eerie sight. My retirement fund had just gone away. Now there’s only one thing left to say. He needs some cash. I need some folding cash. Some folding cash, My portfolio’s trash. He needs some cash, It was gone in a flash. Some folding cash. I need some folding cash. When I asked for a mortgage, I heard a moan. The bank didn’t have any money to loan. They were crying, guess I hit a nerve. The banker blamed it on the Federal Reserve. They need some cash. They need some folding cash. Some folding cash, Their portfolio’s trash. They need some cash, It was gone in a flash. Some folding cash. They need some folding cash. The TV reporters were having fun, While the stock brokers were eating the gun. Jim Cramer played the prophet of doom, Said our bad times have just begun. The market went down, like a rising starlet, The market had hemorrhaged, it was bleeding scarlet. Then I heard an old President say, “Just ignore it, it’ll go away.” We need some cash. We need some folding cash. Some folding cash, Our portfolio’s trash. We need some cash, It was gone in a flash. Some folding cash. We need some folding cash. From foreclosed houses, I heard voices scream. Some feared the worst, so it would seem. Taxpayers were cursing and shaking their fist. Congress stuck in the knife and they were starting to twist. They need some cash. They need some folding cash. Some folding cash, Their portfolio’s trash. They need some cash, It was gone in a flash. Some folding cash. They need some folding cash. Now nothing is cool, Congress owns everything. And there’s no more cash to make the registers ring. We’ll learn to live on government cheese. We lost the cure to our disease. We need some cash. We need some folding cash. Some folding cash, Our portfolio’s trash. We need some cash, It was gone in a flash. Some folding cash. We need some folding cash.
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