Lyrics

Feinstein on tomorrow to pimp his new book!


He sat devouring some chicken parm
Got schmutz on his shirt said don’t be alarmed
I keep a change of clothes in the trunk of my car

He said he had a 36 waistband
Satch said no way I’d bet a hundred grand
Well follow me to the bathroom and I’ll drop my pants

Let's go, let's turn on the TK Show
I heard that Junior’s on, plugging something he wrote
Not those adolescent sleuths I hope
I can’t believe that Junior’s on
Holy ****, Tony!

We never get to hear him slurp Coach K
or make St Earl roll over in his grave
or talk about the gallant players on Colgate

Some littles don’t really know who he is
Jack Wright penned a jingle addressing this
And did he crush the song? You bet he did

Let's go, let's turn up the radio
He might drop some F-bombs you never know
He will not work pro bono
So savor that Junior’s on