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And God said let there be light
And there was light.
And god was lonely resting on the seventh day
He was so lonely
And god said let there be cable
And there was cable.
And let there be Direct TV,
And Primestar and pay-per-View
So that my children have something
To watch while worshipping me
And let there be ratings
And news magazines and scandals
And tabloids and ragtime and rap
And SPAM
Let my children taste the SPAM
And resolve to never to touch it again
For it is unclean
Let one percent of the people
Own ninety percent of the wealth
And let the rest have me as their comfort
Let there be food for some
And none for others
And God said Let the good times roll.
Let there be the spice girls
And the Backstreet Boys and Hanson
Because every generation needs
Their Partridge Family
Let there be self esteem
And spell check and calculators
So that their brains become weak
And they believe in me even more.
And let there be assassinations
And natural disasters and executions
And mass suicides and abortions
And plane crashes and nuclear accidents
Because my children took that
“Be fruitful and multiply” thing
WAY too seriously.
And God said let there be Satan
So people don’t blame everything on me
And let there be lawyers
So people don’t blame everything on Satan.
And let there be toupees
For the bald who have money
And Paint
For the bald who have none.
And God said let the blind lead the blind
Let the deaf sing to the deaf
And let the dumb become spokesmodels.
Let there be war and famine and pestilence
On CNN and Primetime
And let there be celebrities
And celebrity golf tournaments
And celebrity Jeapardy
But make the questions so easy
A DOG could answer them.
Let there be vegetarians
And Vegans and Romulans
And Vulcans and trekkies
And Moonies and circus freaks
And dominatrixes and harlots
And haberdashers and hooked on phonics
And David Bowie
Let there be David Bowie
And God said, Let’s dance!
Put on your red shoes
and dance the blues
Let there be art for the starving
Pornography for the fat
And dogs playing poker
For everyone else
And God said let my people go
And God said let my people come
Now let them go again
And God said let me entertain you
Let me say this about that
Let it alone or it will never heal
Let you love flow
Like a mountain stream
Let your smile be your umbrella
On a rainy, rainy day
Let it out and let it in
Hey Jude
And there was light.
And god was lonely resting on the seventh day
He was so lonely
And god said let there be cable
And there was cable.
And let there be Direct TV,
And Primestar and pay-per-View
So that my children have something
To watch while worshipping me
And let there be ratings
And news magazines and scandals
And tabloids and ragtime and rap
And SPAM
Let my children taste the SPAM
And resolve to never to touch it again
For it is unclean
Let one percent of the people
Own ninety percent of the wealth
And let the rest have me as their comfort
Let there be food for some
And none for others
And God said Let the good times roll.
Let there be the spice girls
And the Backstreet Boys and Hanson
Because every generation needs
Their Partridge Family
Let there be self esteem
And spell check and calculators
So that their brains become weak
And they believe in me even more.
And let there be assassinations
And natural disasters and executions
And mass suicides and abortions
And plane crashes and nuclear accidents
Because my children took that
“Be fruitful and multiply” thing
WAY too seriously.
And God said let there be Satan
So people don’t blame everything on me
And let there be lawyers
So people don’t blame everything on Satan.
And let there be toupees
For the bald who have money
And Paint
For the bald who have none.
And God said let the blind lead the blind
Let the deaf sing to the deaf
And let the dumb become spokesmodels.
Let there be war and famine and pestilence
On CNN and Primetime
And let there be celebrities
And celebrity golf tournaments
And celebrity Jeapardy
But make the questions so easy
A DOG could answer them.
Let there be vegetarians
And Vegans and Romulans
And Vulcans and trekkies
And Moonies and circus freaks
And dominatrixes and harlots
And haberdashers and hooked on phonics
And David Bowie
Let there be David Bowie
And God said, Let’s dance!
Put on your red shoes
and dance the blues
Let there be art for the starving
Pornography for the fat
And dogs playing poker
For everyone else
And God said let my people go
And God said let my people come
Now let them go again
And God said let me entertain you
Let me say this about that
Let it alone or it will never heal
Let you love flow
Like a mountain stream
Let your smile be your umbrella
On a rainy, rainy day
Let it out and let it in
Hey Jude