Lyrics

This song may not be familiar to many, or in the Kornheiser wheelhouse. Still, I feel Justified in playing it here.


From the bleak thoroughfares of Western Long Island
Where I first made my mark at Hewlett High
I have since climbed to fame as a media big shot
Though, I’m stuck here in Rockville for life

Once Ben Bradlee called up and he took me to dinner
And he lured me away from the Times
But I’ve squandered my gifts as a columnette writer
Now I’m stuck here in Rockville for life

Well I still wake up about four in the morning
But by nine at night I've probably hit the hay
And I stuff my face with the Littles’ latest tribute
And I still think I could make that Hall of Fame.

Oh who could have known I’d unroll my toilet paper
With an Emmy I won on PTI?
For it’s dolla dolla bills y’all that’s the harvest of my yackin’
Guess I’m stuck here in Rockville for life

A tribute to "You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive" by Darrell Scott