Money For Farley

Lyrics by Arthur Levesque -- bs@boog.org -- http://boog.org
and Vanessa Vittoe -- DikOfDeth@aol.com -- http://rockymusic.org/ROB/main.html
(To the tune of "Money for Nothing" by Dire Straits)

I want my, I want my DTV...
I want my, I want my DTV...
I want my, I want my DTV...
I want my, I want my DTV...

Now once upon a time, in a town not too far
There was a fast guy on that DTV
Had everythin'; his fast life, food, and car
Money for Farley and your sanity
But it ain't workin', there was something missing
Poor Farley wasn't satisfied
Needed a good women to share love and kissing
But he wanted someone else's bride

He gonna break up poor Brad and Janet
Commit Brad to the Mckinleys
He's got some infantile regression
And that's their speciality

The little bald guy with the glasses and his sister
Hey Janet, don't sign that form
The little bald guy grabbed his sis and kissed her
A conspiracy, now you're getting warm...

He gonna break up poor Brad and Janet
Commit Brad to the Mckinleys
He's got some infantile regression
And that's their speciality

He gonna break up poor Brad and Janet
Commit Brad to the Mckinleys
He's got some infantile regression
And that's their speciality

I shoulda learned to watch the Hapschatts
I shoulda learned that Bert ain't blind
Look at that Betty, she's up there checkin' out the microfilm
Man, who knows what she'll find
And he's out there, what's that, a brand new series
Preachin' to the people about vanity
He got it workin', that's the way to do it
Give your money to Farley, get your sanity

He gonna break up poor Brad and Janet
Commit Brad to the Mckinleys
He's got some infantile regression
And that's their speciality

But it ain't workin', take a look at Janet
She picked her husband over DTV
It ain't workin', not the way he planned it
Farley got nothin', Brad and Janet flee
Farley got nothin', the Drills all flee
I want my, I want my DTV...
Farley got nothin', Brad and Janet flee
Look at that, look at that
I want my, I want my DTV...
I want my, I want my DTV...