Lyrics

Fresh from the Ideas page and with blessings from Joe Aro (who crushed this song back in February)! Thanks to James in Atlanta (who I had the pleasure of meeting at the Desolation of Song!) for this fabulous idea and giving me an excuse to finally do this one...a song that has been on my "list" for a long time. And thanks to Jason Fuse for producing the track. Masterful job as always, Mr. Fuse!

Lyrics by James in Atlanta & Kj Ohnstad
Produced by Jason Fuse

LYRICS:
Thirty-five years and my life is still
Connected to that NBA shill,
Wilbon,
And wearing women's clothing.

I realized quickly that a TV show
Was the only way to make some dough.
Raju
Is still the one that I'm loathing

And so I drink most nights
Before going to bed, at 9 o'clock,
With the Nats ahead;
Hopin' they won’t choke away another one.

And then I wake in the morning,
And I step outside
And grab the Post, ya know? 1st they deliver mine!
And I write in the margins and scream
What's going on?!

And I say Barry, Bar, Barry, man,
(Wake in the morning and I step outside.
Grab the Post. First, they deliver mine. And I scream, Where are we now?)
Barry!
Where are we now?

And I cry, oh my god, do I cry
I cry all the time
For Treinen’s deportation!

And Now I drink most nights
Before going to sleep;
I eat coffee ice cream
Standing over the sink
And I scream from the top of my lungs,
“I’m boiling eggs!”

And I say Barry, Bar, Barry, man,
(Wake in the morning and I step outside.
Grab the Post. First, they deliver mine. And I scream, Where are we now?)
Barry!
Where are we now?

*A parody of "What's Up?" by 4 NON BLONDES