If “Do-Re-Mi” were written today, would it go like this?
Dough — the cash, that I live for,
Rage — the feeling when I drive.
Me — the only one who counts,
Fat — the food on which I thrive.
So? — Is that a problem, dude?!
Lots — is what I always owe,
Tee — a shirt that speaks my mind,
That will bring us back to … d’oh!