Lyrics

Thanks to Jerry, who came up with the idea, collaborated on the lyrics, and put in some great vocals. Basically, he did more than I did for this jingle.


He's losing money, he's losing sleep
He'll soon be living on the street
Tone's got a restaurant on the north side of town
with empty seats...

A money pit off of Jenifer
So Dr. Tony's going broke, broke
Could his business sense be wretcheder?  
I’m pretty sure that’s a nope, nope

How soon 'til they shut it down?
How soon 'til they close it down?
How soon 'til they shut it down?
How soon 'til it's gone?

Tony is bald (yeah) and almost always appalled
And when that precip starts to fall, know that Michael is called
His cash first came when he scrawled, but now it is too hard
So he just yells at Wilbon, but that got him well-off
But c’mon man, look what he’s done, it’s moronic
A restaurant? It defies any logic
Appalling, strikingly senseless investment
I mean, were racehorses just too expensive?
It’s like he took his kids inheritance
Then he put it in a burning fireplace
Or launched it into space straight to Uranus
I mean that it stinks or just naked and space dust
So what next? Tape the podcast at breakfast
But only sometimes and don’t post when, it’s best if
The patrons have to guess this, cause they are not sure
The cash might be gone before Bootsie’s even a walker


A parody of "Gold Digger," by Kanye West and Jamie Foxx.