Lyrics

[You're such a bald orange guy, a a . . . ]

Like a goddess makes game day picks, we're on to all your tricks,
Your cranky old routine, always so loud and mean.

Your brand new Cadillac you bought with piles of cash
And still we send to you all the things you beg us to.

Eat some steak at the Palm, only thing that keeps you calm
Taking grief from Aldridge when you have to drive across the bridge

But you, you've got determination, and with windows from Window Nation
Tony! You're gonna READ the mailbag.

[You're such a bald orange guy, a a . . . ]

*Special thanks to the mother of my first born masculine child, Julie Corsaro, for pitching in!!