Weird Search

The Site Meter Icon on the RHS of this blog keeps a record of recent hits on Linux & Things. At the top right now, I kid you not, is a Google Search on Shadrack, Meshack & abendigo song for kids sing along. It boggles the mind. Especially since we both had to misspell Shadrach in the same way. But my spelling mistakes aside ...

A kids sing-along about three guys getting cremated? The mind boggles.

Oh, OK. Let's try it. You know the tune:

Old King Neb built a golden statue
Old King Neb built a golden statue
Old King Neb built a golden statue
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

Said we had to bow down and worship
Said we had to bow down and worship
Said we had to bow down and worship
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

We said that we would never do it
We said that we would never do it
We said that we would never do it
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

Chal-deans came up to de-nounce us
Chal-deans came up to de-nounce us
Chal-deans came up to de-nounce us
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

Neb said we had to burn in the fur-nace
Neb said we had to burn in the fur-nace
Neb said we had to burn in the fur-nace
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

In we went to the fir-ey fur-nace
In we went to the fir-ey fur-nace
In we went to the fir-ey fur-nace
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

Guys threw us in got killed by the heat
Guys threw us in got killed by the heat
Guys threw us in got killed by the heat
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

But for us it was all quite comfy
But for us it was all quite comfy
But for us it was all quite comfy
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

Not quite as hot as Washington in August
Not quite as hot as Washington in August
Not quite as hot as Washington in August
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

God came down to vis-it u-us
God came down to vis-it u-us
God came down to vis-it u-us
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

King Neb saw that we were not burn-urn-urn-ed
King Neb saw that we were not burn-urn-urn-ed
King Neb saw that we were not burn-urn-urn-ed
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

He let us out of that darn ol' fur-nace
He let us out of that darn ol' fur-nace
He let us out of that darn ol' fur-nace
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

Now we've got cushy jobs in Bab-uh-lon
Now we've got cushy jobs in Bab-uh-lon
Now we've got cushy jobs in Bab-uh-lon
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

So trust in God and you'll stay heal-thy
So trust in God and you'll stay heal-thy
Even in-side that fir-ey fur-nace
Ear-lii in the Morn-ing

Well, OK, it's got a beat, and but you can dance to it?