Lyrics

I was coughing in my bed late one night
When my e-mail brought me a cheery sight
Seems Dan Snyder had agreed to my extension
All he needed was a number of my invention

[He's back for cash]
I'm back for lots of cash
[Boatloads of cash]
A fake degree and a sash
[Boatloads of cash]
A prize closet full of trash
[Boatloads of cash]
I'm back for lots of cash

I'm so glad that you're not sick of the sound of my voice
Because really retirement just isn't a choice
If I left, Gary Braun would shake his fist
and say "whatever happened to all that ass that I kissed?"

[He's back for cash]
I need lots of cash
[Boatloads of cash]
That Cadillac might crash
[Boatloads of cash]
Harley's windows could smash
[Boatloads of cash]
Best get lots of cash