Five Percent, Maybe Six Percent

To the tune of "Sixteen Going on Seventeen" from that great musical, The Sound of Music. Scene: a businessman sitting in the pew as the offering plate is being passed along.

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DEVIL ON SHOULDER:
You wait, businessman, on the offering plate
For it to pass just right on.
Your tithe, businessman, is not ten percent
'Cause legalism's dead now.
ROLF:
You wait little girl on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life little girl is an empty page
That men will want to write on.
ANGEL ON SHOULDER:
Is dead - how?
LIESL:
To write on.
DEVIL:
You give five percent, maybe six percent
Hey guy, that's way too much
Better be smart, just look at this chart!
Hey guy, diversify!
ROLF:
You are sixteen going on seventeen
Baby, it's time to think
Better beware be canny and careful
Baby, you're on the brink
You give four percent, maybe five percent ...
Re-tire-ment's coming soon.
All of those drugs, vacations in Maui,
Ex-penses just balloon.
You are sixteen going on seventeen
Fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads and roues and cads
Will offer you food and wine
Totally unprepared are you
To face what you can't see.
Fearful, in dread, and scared are you
Of money that's absentee!
Totally unprepared are you
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared are you
Of things beyond your ken
You need someone wily and crafty
Telling you it's okay
To be greedy, and hard-hearted.
Conscience, away with you!
You need someone older and wiser
Telling you what to do
I am seventeen going on eighteen
I'll take care of you.
ANGEL:
You give money but not willingly;
Tithing you've misconceived.
It's what's in your heart, the people you help,
The suffering you've relieved.
LIESL:
I am sixteen going on seventeen
I know that I'm naïve
Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet
And willingly I believe
Yes, give money, but with your heart
And give yourself as well.
Comfort the widows, father the orphans,
And sorrow help dispel.
I am sixteen going on seventeen
Innocent as a rose
Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies
What do I know of those?
Totally unprepared are you
To face what you can't see.
Get on your knees, repent, my friend
And cleansed, that's what you'll be.
Totally unprepared am I
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared am I
Of things beyond my ken
You need someone wiser to help you
Telling you what to do
Holy Spirit, come anoint him
So he'll depend on you.
I need someone older and wiser
Telling me what to do
You are seventeen going on eighteen
I'll depend on you.

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