Lyrics

What’s that?
Can we talk through it?
Can we talk through it?
Thar she blows
Can we talk through it?
C'mon man!

Things are falling from the trees
They land on the curb (on the curb)
The taping at Chatter's disturbed
It stops the show (it stops the show)
The Littles know
He’s here to blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Screw the podcast
Rev that thing up full blast (full blast)
Nevermind that they’re recording while he passes (hey!)
It stops the show (it stops the show)
The Littles know
He’s come to blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
C’mon man!

I like to hear ambient noise in the show
Those clinking forks, music to my soul
Cause those clinks mean they’re paying me dough
Open for breakfast, if you didn’t know
Stem the eventual end of the
Inheritance: inevitable
Hold up, wait a minute, do I hear what I think I - WHAAT?
What is that sound right out my front door?
A buzz and whir like Bob Ryan’s phone
Like clockwork, he seems just show
Giddy like Chuck Todd with thunder snow
At least until Sheena Parveen makes him go
But I’m going to punch this guy right in his throat
Or shove a whole cocktail fork up his nose
Yeah this show stinks, but now it really blows
Honestly!

Things are falling from the trees
They land on the curb (on the curb)
The taping at Chatter's disturbed
It stops the show (it stops the show)
The Littles know
He’s here to blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow
Screw the podcast
Rev that thing up full blast (full blast)
Nevermind that they’re recording while he passes (hey!)
It stops the show (it stops the show)
The Littles know
He’s come to blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow, blow