Lyrics

Lyrics: Ron Moretti, Vocals:Dan Simpson

Never had much hair when I was a kid
And the meanest thing that my parents did
Was to buy me a wig that was so cheaply made.
My skin began to get permanently stained
Cause the color ran every time it rained.
Life wasn’t easy for an orange tinted Jew.

People laughed, he won’t amount to much
With thinning hair, orange skin and such
So my parents sent me off to Journalism school.
I chose a career of the written word
The “penis” mightier than the sword
I may be orange but I’m certainly not a fool.

I added wit and wisdom to my style
Got sarcastic every once in awhile.
I tell it like it is and let the chips fall where they may.
Then radio and TV started to beckon
And the rest is history or so I reckon
Mister Tony’s on the air to this very day.

Every now and then my mind will wander
And I look back and begin to ponder
On a thing I missed that I really wanted to do.
I’d find that smelly hairpiece rug,
Infest it with some kind of bug,
Wrap it up in a box and send it to Raju.