Lyrics

Well he's got Gary Braun, though his math is all wrong, he makes everything he says sound dirty.
And Liz Clarke swoons every time the tune is sung by that guy from New Jersey.

It's what the littles crave, it's what the littles crave
That's what their emails say! it's what the littles crave

Ann Hornaday is a comin our way, got some cinema for your amusement
But Tony's reviews, well they're all bad news, cuz he never stays until the conclusion.

Well let's pick some games, we've got a goddess on the phone!
We might hear from James, measure his penis get him on the plane.

Let's hear from Wilbon! The king of Chicago!

Then it's Jerry Negrelli jingling the mailbag.
Then it's Jerry Negrelli jingling the mailbag.