Lyrics

There's someone yacking all day
Awfully loud, and he likes to complain
Once was a newspaper man,
Now he stacks his cash with both of his hands

You gotta try, littles, sing your song,
Put it on tkjingles.com

What a luddite for a host,
Thought he’d cook his steak like it’s toast
Pandora on his iPhone,
Though he can’t quite recall how he turned it on

And now the Mail Bag, email, notes, Tony’s gonna read some for you . . .
It’s time to try, littles, sing your song, put it on tkjingles . . .
It’s Mail Bag, email, notes, Tony’s gonna read some for you . . .

Once you open the Neil Young floodgates, Buffalo Springfield are sure to follow.
After, "For What it's Worth"