_Au^ctione_er_{'s Hymn}

Reprinted from Songworm 1
This parody was sung by Leslie Fish on Tapeworm 1

Parody of “Engineer's Hymn”, words and music by Leslie Fish

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Parody lyrics ©1987-03-10 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

O

Am Lord

, Thou hast made this con an

G auc

tion runner’s dream.

And

C giv

en time I’d

G sell

it all, right

E down

to the film room screen.

From

Am char

coal sketch to

G col

or print, I

C sell

them all, O

G Lord

:

Pre

C dest

ined

G from

the

C time

the

G pen

cil

E hits

the

drawing

Am board

.

The artists are inspired with a gift I’ll never know. 
They send their marvels down to me, and I’m pleased to have it so. 
For though their artwork warms the soul, their humble gift to Thee, 
I know what truly moves this shit are my auctions, Lord, and me.

I know Thy market’s very very wide, and the auction room is small. 
But those who dare to come inside I hoodwink one and all. 
Their judgement crumbles to my skill; they bid at my command. 
I hit them with a hundred tricks that they rarely can withstand.

Behold these prints and sculpture work that fill the art show floor. 
I’ll sell them all for the highest bid and leave them wanting more. 
And fools they be who fail to see why I hold my auctions here, 
For the art show room is a warehouse razed by the skill of the auctioneer.