Lyrics

Well he's in his early sixties
cantankerous and thrifty
and he remembers when a new car cost a dime

He's built a cornucopia
of grievances and phobias
complains about his enemies and their supposed crimes

Ask me why I listen
Is it a mental condition?
Why would anyone want to hear that kind of show?

Man, I don't know...

He fears bridge driving and he's terrified of flying
holds a grudge about the severance he got from that bum Raju
He finds Google confusing, urban skiing's not amusing
He'll get mad if you mention wild ponies

Man, someday I hope I get the chance
to b*tch like Mr. Tony!

B*tch like Mr. Tony!!!!

A parody of Tim McGraw, "Live Like You Were Dying"