Lyrics

Turnaround, every single day I listen to Mr Tony
and I dig his old guy sound
Turnaround, he tells a funny story and the Littles
start working on the lyrics for a mailbag jingle
Bocce Ball, last year he lost a red one but thank God
The Refugee Safeway had a small raking device
Turaround , a jingle ‘bout an auction for a round of golf with you
and your f---kin kid that Tony will hate

Turnaround Littles, every single day they write a song
Turnaround Littles, yeah f---kin’ every single day they turn it round

I need to write a song tonight, about the bald guy off the tele
And if I get the lyrics right, it might be sung by Michelle Negrelli
Or Joe Aro, or KJ Ohnstad;
Patrick Moffat or John
Fitzpatrick might just sing my lyrics out over night
And Hampton Nager or Brad Weiss will make it sound tight.

If I hear another time, about that Bocce Ball,
Or how he is an English Major, I’m calling Smaug
I need to write one tonight
The Littles’ll turn it around tonight
I guarantee they’ll turn round it tonight

Once upon a time he was orange and bald
Now, well he’s still orange and bald
Nothing I can do, the Littles love Tony a lot

Once upon a time, I think that I had a life
Now I’m writing jingles oh God
Nothing I can say, my life now stinks, like a lot....