Lyrics

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful float
Of people Tony wanted gone
Aboard a pontoon boat.

The snow and rain were rolling in,
“One or two and a win’try mix”
Five weathermen announced that day
But it was 3 to 6, yes more like 3 to 6.

The weather started getting rough,
Then soon Tony was cross,
If not for the courage of the Sheehan man
His colleagues would be lost, his colleagues would be lost.

The pontoon boat soon came to rest upon a desert isle
With weathermen
And Bieber too,
Gregg Popovich, and Dwight (howard)
Kardashians
Northwestern and Raju,
Far from 20015.

So this is the tale of his enemies,
Though ruthless it may seem
To cast away his long-held grudges:
It's his wild’st dream!

Russ Westbrook and Bill Belichick,
Choke Papelbon to death,
The NBA Commissioner
Looks for his life and breath

No Jaws, Courtney, or Reginald
Just those whom he’ll despise
Like Michael Wilbon tells us:
It’s really no surprise.

So join us here week-days my friends,
For e-mails, faxes and notes,
And all Kornheiser enemies
On a pontoon boat!