Lyrics

Please don’t call me on your
No please don’t, no please don’t
No

Please don’t call me on that cell phone
Each week when you call my show
You call me on that dead phone
Don’t you know we’re on the radio?

That quintessential writer rings
We can hardly hear a thing
That quintessential writer rings
But are we really sure that’s him?

Every time we talk I wonder whose
Interests could be so diversified and
Took his family on a trip to Iceland
Gonna take you to that desert island

And every time we talk I wonder if
You prefer Bill Russell’s game to Bobby Orr’s
You will slurp the Celtics or the Sox more
Drinkin’ wine I’ve never even drank before

Please don’t call me on that cell phone
Each week when you call my show
Please don’t call me on that dead phone
Don't you know we’re on the radio?

The first and with any luck last jingle by Drake! Thank you for resisting the urge to strangle me.