Lyrics

With apologies to Satchmo - no, not this Satchmo, THE Satchmo
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I hear diatribes, insults galore
Information for life, of an unpleasant sort
And I think to myself, what a God awful show

The hatred on the podcast, although it’s been delayed
Is burning like a firepit with an ever lasting flame
Such a snide way to say “Nice job outta you”
And he’ll never stop crushing that guy Raju

I hear friends dismissed, thrown under the bus
And all he can say is they’re dead to us
And I think to myself, what a God awful show

Yes I think to myself,
What a God awful show

(Take that Satchmo)