Lyrics

Yes, the blah blah blahs have been done a thousand times before. I'm not sure if they've ever been the basis for the whole song though. Until now.

Lyrics:
I am sitting in the morning with the paper and some coffee.
I am waiting for TK’s show on that ESPN station.
Hold on now, here it comes now,
the show openin' is playing
& he’s grumbling to us Littles only 20 seconds in!

Blah Blah Blah…. Yada Yada Yada….

He is angry with the Marriott cuz they won’t give him his points back.
He despises cross-country skiiers and the people of the book.
And he won’t go to the Whole Foods cuz the patrons are insufferable but
he secretly wants a Caps collapse to declare them choking dogs.

Yada Yada, Yada…. Blah Blah Blah….

He is talkin’ Jordan Spieth now, the latest Masters winner.
He’s not praising his golf talent but the receding of his hair line.
Now he’s telling Jeanne to “Eat It” and he’s rippin’ Marco Rubio,
And he’s moaning ‘bout the weather while he's butt-dialing his kid!

Yada Yada, Yada….Blah Blah Blah….

*A parody of "Tom's Diner" by Suzanne Vega.