Lyrics

Sorry folks - our Overlord in Annandale called for one of us to throw ourselves onto the sacrificial pyre of Beliebers for the sake of a cute pun he had in mind - so here ya go.

For all the times the weasels ate my good ice cream
And all the days I had to throw coffee creamer
You think I’ve burned some bridges in two dozen years?
You think I’m loved on radio, well not me

But I didn’t wanna drive to work
And I didn’t anyone thinking we would change we won’t, No
We still won’t take phone calls

But I bet I’ll still have Mike from Burke
And a bunch of jingle writers - if we do that segment
Maybe for cash payments . . .

Ann Hornaday likes this, but she likes everything
And who’d have believed I’d leave two year’s salary?
At least I’ve still got one more job
So we’ll keep on yackin’ on
But then God knows
When this newfangled gig will close

Because I like the way I talk so much
I thought that I should go podcast myself
And it’s too late to go back for more cash so I guess
I’ll just go podcast myself

Turns out there is a Justin Bieber 'song' called "Love Yourself"