Lyrics

Mailbag State Of Mind

Yeah, yeah, It’s Mr. Tony’s mailbag, faxes and your notes
And he’s got your emails. Read’em out for you folks
Who the hell still faxes, Elvis and his agent
Too late for Elway and now he’s a Raven

Unbridled optimist, like sideline Suzy
Denying passes on sidelines from Broadway
Back to Joe, and you know he’s in a tight spot
Like Olympic speedo bozo mikey and his tight wad

My boy David Aldridge, suits looking so fly
Interviewing courtside with no Bowen bow tie
It’s Niles on the boards and Kevin’s got the news
Good Job outta you and he thought it was good too

Pick against the spread with Cajun and Jaworski
With Reginald the chimp who grew to old to be a monkey
Little’s what’d you have for lunch? Now, how’d you get to work and…?
What does your neighbor do? Send it to the mail bag

The Mailbag
Got your emails faxes and your notes
I’m gonna read some
Here is the mailbag
What streets do use to commute? Tell me what’s your route?
Here is the mail bag! Mail bag! Mail bag!

Never see TK in the stands out at any game,
And he moves at short bout as well as Derek Jeter can,
Routing for the Natinals, no 27 Yanks though
But at least the name won’t offend like the redskins do

Welcoming your Kind Bars, send in a track suit
No he won’t run in it, the doc won’t let him
Traffic rant, weather rant, sports rant, any rant
If he’s right you’ll hear him say I believe I had that

8 million costumes, Lindsay Vonn, what up Boo?
Wilbon watch out that squirrel’s gonna get you
TK getting plugs and sponsors gotta pay
The old bag’s blowin, like windy bridges on the bay

Used to rock an afro, now orange and balding
Hair disappears like Manti’s darling
TK sticker me, damn podcast delay
Another damn theme song, here comes the mail bag

The Mailbag
Got your emails faxes and your notes
I’m gonna read some
Here is the mailbag
What streets do use to commute? Tell me what’s your route?
Here is the mail bag! Mail bag! Mail bag!

Trips to sears, toaster’s not working
An old man’s screaming again with the chicken
He’s blind without glasses, sipping Johnny casually
Passes out on the couch, shhhh Tony’s asleep

Golfing with the Pres now, name dropping now
Man on his favorite show says “corno curieux,” how?
The city loves him, taking pity on the dim
Too bad the restaurant lost his reservation

Tony do my homework, I need this paper ASAP
It’s about a maple tree and you’re looking like a sap
Anne Hornaday reviewing movies like a champion
But tony got bored and left after only half an act

Long Island raised graduated to the good life
And if your on your bike tonight do wear white
We kid because we love, old sports it’s for fun
There’s sense of urgency, with this mailbag type situation

The Mailbag
Got your emails faxes and your notes
I’m gonna read some
Here is the mailbag
What streets do use to commute? Tell me what’s your route?
Here is the mail bag! Mail bag! Mail bag!