Oh sweet woods I was in tahoe, on the california side Waiting in the lobby at 665 1/2 frontage road When two extra-blond, short-sleeve, button-down White-shirt, blue-tie, mystery mormons Came in and put this music on Came in and took me by the arm And as they had me marching through the parking lot And as they were marching through the parking lot They blew into their shirt-pocket microphones Like this And then they drove me to an albertson's outside of boise And took me into a back room. And they said they wanted to balance my checkbook And they said the wanted to organize my receipts And itemize my expenses And that i had the key To a safety deposit box With treasury bonds and the key To another safety deposit box Where i'd stashed away The only pewter pocket watch That ever belonged to Joseph smith's great-great uncle's brother-in-law And i said you've got the wrong eleanor friedberger. And then they sang at me like this