sung to the tune of ..."Frosty, the Snowman"
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L Ron, the Con Man,
was a flim-flam kind of man,
with a straight-faced lie,
he would sell the sky,
making money was the plan.

Oh, L Ron, the Con Man,
was slick as slick can be.
He would call you friend,
as he pulled you in,
the tangled web he'd weave.

There must have been some magick in,
his cult that came to be.
Ex-members say, soon comes the day,
the world will finally see.

Oh, L Ron, the Con Man,
was a huckster with no soul,
and he takes the cake,
when it comes to fake,
cause he only worshipped gold.

There must have been some magick spin,
how else can one explain,
a science-fiction doctrined church,
and Xenu's just insane!

Oh, L Ron, the Con Man,
new religion was his game,
so he made one up,
with his sci-fi pulp,
Scientology was its name.

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copyright: David Miscavige (2005)
all rights reserved by the Church of Scientology
may be reproduced for use anywhere, anytime, anyplace
without permission by anyone.

Merry Christmas,
Bubba

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