Lyrics

Had this title/song idea for a while, but wasn't until recently that I decided to attempt something this ridiculous in terms of production. And big thanks to KJ and Rob for previewing this one audibly and lyrically, respectively... ly.

His books have made him gold, and he knows Bob Knight
He writes for young adults, but he's not 36 pants size
To get him on your show, you'll have to pay the price
You'd think he's made out of dough, he's not 36 pants size

Not being mean here, but have you seen him?
He's size 40 at Old Navy even.
His reflux, is because of
His belt being tightened by tow trucks
He's On the Brink, but not like how you think
Into size 40s he just might sneak
I think he likes Duke, and some Wooden dude
He can talk Army football until you puke
Don't you know, really, what he's trying to disguise...
He's not 36 pants size

Parody of "Bette Davis Eyes" by Kim Carnes