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