Lyrics

Fat and old and bald and orange
The guy from northwest DC keeps yakking
And when he's yakking
The folks podcasting go, eh

When he yaks he gets so angry
And rants and raves
For no good reason
But when he's yakking
The folks podcasting go, meh

Oh, Jeanne's laugh is so silent
Aldridge is smirking beside her
Sheeeehan is giggling at violence
Try a sandwich it's from Bagel City,
Or Kind Bars, cause they sure look . . . pretty

Fat and old and bald and orange
The guy from northwest DC reads emails
And while he's laughing
You smile
But he won't read yours
No he never reads yours
There's no time to read . . . yours . . . .