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• Message No. 419 - Mc Frontalot
• Message To You - Scatman John

it was just like a scene in an intrigue film
and I'm still not convinced that it wasn't for real
This isn't intended for me, I don't think.
It's a missive from the edge of despair, I mean brink
of total desperation; the communication therein
says her hopes for survival are slim
and she's writing to the Front, though we've yet to
meet,
with a confidential matter cause she's heard I'm
discreet.
And the urgency of her request for my aid
is matched by the depth of the trust she displayed.
"Don't betray me like our oil minister did, staged a
coup
and I'm about to flee Nigeria soon
but I'll never make it out," she says, with twenty
million
three hundred twenty thousand US dollars that are still
her possession. She embezzled them, I guess.
Look, I don't really know her so uh... that's none of
my business.
She's the LADY MARYAM ABACHA, deposed.
These days can't even get her caps-lock key unfroze
but yo, something 'bout a widow in distress
(with 20 million dollars hidden in a metal chest)
softened up the Frontalot's heart no doubt
so I hit the reply button, tell her I can help her out.
She writes me back: DEAR FRONTALOT, UNITED STATES...
she acts so thankful. A bank full of money awaits!
And I hate delays so I'm quick to turn around
with my full name and the number to my checking account
and the scan of my license to drive an automobile
and my passport number proving Frontalot's for real!
Then I'll meet the money in Stockholm, ain't gonna walk
home,
think I'll retire to the south of Spain and sip
gazpacho.
Not so quick, there's a little problem.
LADY A apparently had difficulty running all them
numbers I give her, but look, the fake ID's my only one
and that's a real passport, I got it off usenet and
checked,
I'm not dumb. I'm not some idiot
who's about to lose your money for you, quicker than
I'm getting it
and of course my bank balance is negative, whose isn't?
That's why I need your 20% money laundering commission.
And I'm wishing I could talk about this further with
you but I can't.
I just got an email from DR. UBUGU of Chad.
He's got a hundred and seventy-seven million in a bag.
I feel I got to help him 'cause his story is so sad.
it was just like a scene in an intrigue film

Excuse me, may I interrupt you?
There's something I must tell you
There's someone special in there waiting
Who wants to meet you...
They have a message (they got a message)
For you
A message (gotta-gotta)
A message - for you
If I could only take a second
Or even just a minute
I'd like to give you all your lifetime
And put you in it
They have a message - (they have a message) for you
All I wanna do is give you yourself
If you haven't got you, then there ain't nobody else
If you listen late at night, you can hear someone cry
The little voice is calling you the victim of the lie
Nothing else makes sense, break down the fences
To the truth of yourself, without the defences
Nothing could be greater then the great imitator
Falling prey to the truth that'll set your soul free
Happiness is simply your dreams coming true...
And your dreams will come true if you're just true to
A message (gotta-gotta)
A message - for you
There's really nothing else that can set you free
There's nothing else that makes sense to you and me
The time is right now, there's no more fight now
Just meet yourself and then you'll learn to see
Excuse me, may I interrupt you?
There's something I must tell you
There's someone special in there waiting
Who wants to meet you
They have a message
A message (gotta gotta)
A message - for you