Lyrics

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

He's the host, who knows just what you will hear?
There is just so much yelling
And kvetching and kvelling, yes that’s his career
He's the host who lives his life out of fear

There's these podcasts he’s hosting
Which by now he’s coasting
It all stinks when it comes to this show
There'll be ancient Post stories
And tales of the glories of
Newspapers long, long ago

He's the host, surely the end’s growing near
Still his stack he is blowing
And fits he is throwing
There’s accounts in arrears
Bump that gross, Michael please sell them some gear!