The loot is my shepherd, I shall not work
It maketh me to lie in green pastures
It leadeth me beside the Riviera waters
It restoreth my bank balance,
It leadeth me in the paths of crookedness for my fame’s sake
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of debt I will fear no evil,
for my movers and shakers are with me
My Rolexes and fundraising staff, they comfort me
Thou preparest a table before me at a ritzy restaurant in the presence of my executives
Thou anointest my head with hair gloss; my champagne cup runneth over
Surely goodies and Mercedes shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in my mansion with the tennis court forever.
From: Ban Preacher Greed