Message No. 419

It was just like a scene in an intrigue film

and I'm still not convinced that it wasn't for real.

It was just like a scene in an intrigue film

and I'm still not convinced that it wasn't for real.

Got message number 4-1-9...

Got message number 4-1-9...

Got message number 4-1-9...

This lucky day is mine, all mine.

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 U.S. dollars that are still in

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.

Got message number 4-1-9...

Got message number 4-1-9...

Got message number 4-1-9...

This lucky day is mine, all mine.

Got message number 4-1-9...

Got message number 4-1-9...

Got message number 4-1-9...

This lucky day is mine, all mine.

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?

It'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.

Got message number 4-1-9...

Got message number 4-1-9...

Got message number 4-1-9...

This lucky day is mine, all mine.

Got message number 4-1-9...

Got message number 4-1-9...

Got message number 4-1-9...

This lucky day is mine, all mine.

It was just like a scene in an intrigue film

and I'm still not convinced that it wasn't for real.

It was just like a scene in an intrigue film

and I'm still not convinced that it wasn't for real.