George Potor plays acoustic guitars and sings
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Story behind the song
Song 22 the the 17 Cent Croonie series, this is a follow-up to Croonacy In Space.
Lyrics
1
Seventeen cents in the hand
Makin the richest man in the land.
Controllin supply and demand,
Exeter Ames stealin all those Croonies
From a cave inside the moon guarded by the Droonies.
CHORUS:
Where do you think youre goin in outer space?
Off on another wild goose chase,
Not gonna find what you think; youll lose your way.
Your famous cousin, Owleison, will shame you with a song.
Post on the YouTube; you wont be happy long,
No longer than seventeen minutes.
2
Croonies made o two percent gold
Loaded on a rocket in the cold
Suddenly that rocket explodes
Coins heated up, set the ship on fire,
Cargo thats been stolen knows that hes liar
CHORUS
3
Exeters stunned and amazed;
Everythings lost in a haze.
Croonie dust blowin away.
Seventeen square miles of moon
Have now become sentient, will never suffer fools.
CHORUS
Croonie dust blowin away.
