Between 1970 and 1973, Jonah Rank wrote all the songs that are now considered the music of ABBA. However, this song "Genetic Test" was rejected in October 1973. Yet, it was later to be used as the basis for the plot of Mamma Mia! This song was omitted from the musical, but the truth is now out. For more, see www.jonahrank.com (and http://www.reverbnation.com/jonahrank?add_email=true for Jonah Rank's monthly updates). This fan tribute video has been compiled from photographs collected by Arielle Shear, who hired Shuli Rank and Jessie Winkler as covert photographers during JMJM sessions. Mike Klein: Bass, guitar, background vocals Michal Mechlovitz: Lead vocals Jonah Rank: Drums, piano, background vocals Jessie Winkler: Background vocals When my momma Donna had me, she raised me alone. Didn't even have uncles or aunts. My closest thing to family were the Dynamos: Tanya and Rosie who wore tight pants. My momma Donna sang with them a very long time ago -- I would say about twenty years. Since then though she hasn't done much but sing ABBA songs and be negligent, rich, and drunk on beers. The real plot began though when I found my momma's diary and I read just a bit of it. I shared it with Lisa and Ali, my two only friends; they agreed it says I'm illegitimate. On July 17th or August 4th I was conceived -- or maybe even August 15th Because Harry Bright, Bill Austin, and Sam Carmichael dot dot dot... whatever that means. I know I've got no brother, Zero sisters, and one mother. But now I want to know the rest. I'll give my blood, my skin, my hair or even amniotic fluid Or any other tissue that will do it. And tell me who's my daddy through a genetic test. This might not seem to you like much cause for commotion, but you see I kinda wanna marry this guy. I don't know what his last name is cuz he lacks personality, but I know his first name is Sky. In fact, my potential fathers—Harry, Bill and Sam—are the only people with last names I know. It's not my fault though that no one has last names mentioned; just, Catherine left them out of the show. So, the peak of conflict comes when I invite my potential dads to my wedding. But at their arrivals, they each suspect they are my dad cuz back then, they were getting real high, I'm betting. Yet I find their stupid stupors aggravating cuz I want my dad to give me away as a bride. There's no conflict resolution; we all just get confused, and no one's left with any secrets to hide. I know I've got no brother, Zero sisters, and one mother. But now I want to know the rest. It's more than trust or love this woman needs And more than English-language pop songs sung by Swedes As I find out my dad through a genetic test. I know I've got no brother, Zero sisters, and one mother. But now I want to know the rest. If this confusion means my wedding just won't be fun Let's call off the wedding and ask for a refund Cuz I need money, money, money for a genetic test. Copyright protected by Jonah Rank: 2008.