There’s nothing quite like a song to brighten your day. Here’s one from B.T Beauty. Now, while it took me awhile to figure out what song was being parodied, once I did it was pure joy.

I bring you a song with no name (sung to what I believe is the tune of Achy Breaky Heart)

 I can tell the world you never was my church
I can call you names now that I’m gone
I can tell my friends just what a fool I’ve been
And laugh and joke about you on the blog.

I can tell your hands to go write another sermon
I can tell your feet to hit the door
I can tell your lips to tell your fingertips
You won’t touch my money anymore

But I can’t tell your heart, your cold and greedy heart
I just don’t think it’d understand
And if I tell your heart, your cold and achy heart
You might blow up and hit the fan
Ooo

I can tell your members I moved to Arkansas
I can tell your elders to bite my a**.
Or tell your Pastor Frank who wouldn’t give a damn
He never really liked me anyway.

Oh tell them geez-Louise! Tell anything you please
Myself already knows that I’m okay
Oh I can tell your eyes to watch out for your mind
It might be walking out on you today.

But I can’t tell your heart, your cold and greedy heart
I just don’t think it’d understand.
And if I tell your heart, your cold and achy heart
You might blow up and hit the fan.
Ooo