Lyrics

See the pile how big its grown
Hitler stamps, McManus mugs, and pickled figs
Ice cream, chocolates, KIND bars, pretzels
anyone who sees says “Man, what a pig"

And the minute Tony went away
vacationing ’til Labor Day, the weasels came
They ransacked the pile and took the jingle shirts
ate the fancy, free desserts and staked their claims

and Tony, we listen
while you ask listeners for food
and we mostly laugh with you
and all the junk you’ve accrued

A parody of Bobby Goldsboro, “Honey"