Song parody of
Tapestry
by Jon Shuemaker
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Psychotropic mind controller
A penny saved right on to the dollar
You'd be rich if that money wasn't spent
But where have all of those good times went?
Move to the rhythm and don't be deadweight
Move to the rhythm and get out of the way
I see it all in front of me
A work of art, a tapestry
Break it down in every vein
Break it down and then we do it again
Psychotropic mind controller
A penny saved right on to the dollar
You'd be rich if that money wasn't spent
But where have all of those good times went?
Move to the rhythm and don't be deadweight
Move to the rhythm and get out of the way
Melomaniac evening prowler
The minute hand touches the hour
You'd be safe if the time wasn't spent
But where have all of those good times went?
Move to the rhythm and don't be deadweight
Move to the rhythm and get out of the way
Move to the rhythm and don't be deadweight
Move to the rhythm and get out of the way
I see it all in front of me
A work of art, a tapestry
Break it down in every vein
Break it down and then we do it again
Psychotropic mind controller
A penny saved right on to the dollar
You'd be rich if that money wasn't spent
But where have all of those good times went?
Move to the rhythm and don't be deadweight
Move to the rhythm and get out of the way
I see it all in front of me
A work of art, a tapestry
Break it down in every vein
Break it down and then we do it again
Psychotropic mind controller
A penny saved right on to the dollar
You'd be rich if that money wasn't spent
But where have all of those good times went?
Move to the rhythm and don't be deadweight
Move to the rhythm and get out of the way
Melomaniac evening prowler
The minute hand touches the hour
You'd be safe if the time wasn't spent
But where have all of those good times went?
Move to the rhythm and don't be deadweight
Move to the rhythm and get out of the way
Move to the rhythm and don't be deadweight
Move to the rhythm and get out of the way
I see it all in front of me
A work of art, a tapestry
Break it down in every vein
Break it down and then we do it again
