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My annual Robert Plant keening!

Twenty-four years long enough. Radio is done with me
Contract I’ve left you behind, not my best idea
Cuz now it's time for me to go, the little house beckons me
It’s there I’ll yack out loud, into the cloud, that’s what my kid told me

Oh my fingers still won’t type, but it’s the only thing I know how to do!

Prattle on!
I’m on an app, the app’s turned on!
Cast my pod
I’m going right next door no traffic to report
No delay
No weasels now get in my way
Prattle on!
Maybe cottage cheese can sponsor me

Stay in my robe for half the day, for I am now no longer young
And by the sink I now can drink on every morn to help me Prattle On

Prattle on!
I’m on an app, the app’s turned on!
Cast my pod
I’m going right next door no traffic to report
No delay
No weasels now get in my way
Prattle on!
Maybe cottage cheese can sponsor me

Who knows where this all will end, my content I will own
Or so I’m told, but I’m so old perhaps I've heard it wrong
No need to schlep on up to Rockville and fight the Beltway drones.
But Sheehan and his shoveling sons will not be on the show no mo, no, no, nooo.

Ain’t nothing I can do now – But I’ll just have to
Prattle on! I’m on an app, the app’s turned on!
[I just keep a searchin' for my sponsors]

From "Ramble On" by Led Zep