Lyrics

Well the west side of the Capital
Is the nicest place to stay
And if you go down there
You just might stop and stare
At a man named Tony K

Now Tony lives in splendor
You see he stand ‘bout six foot none
All the interns call out “Hey Mr. Tony”
While the Littles call him Porthouser

And he’s cool man Tony K
Readin’ your notes in his cool man way
Emails and faxes too
Hope he’ll have the time to just get through ‘em

Now Tony, he a ranter
He wants the sales on his fancy clothes
He can’t stand all the weirdoes in their cross-country skis
Well, he just wants to run them over

He got a nice custom Caddie
And some real nice windows too
And if a little clipper drops
An inch of snow or two
He got a Jeep to drive right through

And he’s hip man Tony K
Let’s hear what he’ll say today
And by “today” I mean in a few
So the sales monkeys get their due

Well Wednesday ‘bout a week ago
Sarafena came to him and said
“You’d better say ‘on fleek’
Before the end of the week
So you can show the world your cred.”

Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
He said, “You terrify me.
These words mean nothin’ to me
Really, don’t you know who I am?”

We all see now he’s Tony K
Livin’ life in his old man way
Don’t care about what you want
He’s a modern day bon vivant

Yes he’s old man Tony K
Readin’ your notes in his old man way
Emails and faxes too
Hope he’ll have the time to just get through ‘em

Emails and faxes too
Hope he'll have the time to just get through 'em