Lyrics

Used to have a press pass to most every game,
Got my stories in on time
Tried to write a columnette for old-times sake
Man, these fingers just won't type
I'm yackin' on ESPN
Believe I'm one lucky man, yeah
Yackin' on ES, Yackin' on ES Yackin' on ESPN

Well the Sheehan boys really dug me out
They leave no snow behind
Their dad's forecast leaves me full of doubt
Though Wilbon's never ever ever ever ever ever surprised

Now the show is ending almost time to go
Let's open the mail bag
Got your email, faxes and your silly notes
We'll send a sticker if we can

Still yackin' on ESPN
Believe I'm one lucky man, yeah
Yackin' on ES, Yackin' on ES Yackin' on ESPN