George Potor plays acoustic guitars and sings
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Story behind the song
This is the flip-side, as it were, of Seventeen Cent Croonie. Rumor of the Croonie's demise brings sadness throughout the land.
Lyrics
1
Have you heard about the Croonie?
Oh I hope it isn’t true;
Gonna drop that coin like Third Year French
And the end is nearin’ soon.
Not a chance
The odds are stacked
Our Croonie, beloved Croonie
Ain’t never comin back
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Heads I win, tails you lose
Heads I win, tails you lose
2
It’s only money, you can roll it away,
And how much is seventeen cents?
The Potorson sigil; hold a midnight vigil.
Forget about the time and expense.
Won’t get rich.
When we’re done;
We’ll know we stood for somethin’;
We’ll know we didn’t run.
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3
Georgius and Owleister;
Every coin has gotta have two sides.
We’re in a tailspin without the Croonie;
How can we ever survive?
Streets will flood;
Children cry.
Lost our way
We’re flying blind.
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