Lyrics

They’re raiding the swag pile
like it’s going outta style
The weasels tried to clean Nigel out

But Nigel was slicker
he stashed some liquor
Now he’s down on the floor and snoring real loud

Nigel’s drunk, it’s time for Tony’s Mailbag
Tony reads your letters but writes nothing at all
Some people think that Narasetti’s to blame
but we know it was Tony’s fault

A parody of Jimmy Buffett, "Margaritaville"