Lyrics

You are resilient
with all your notes
You wrote some poems
and hostile jokes

You finally sent ‘em to Nigel
but he threw ‘em in the trash
If you want to hear your name on air
next time send cash

It was unusable, unsuitable
yeah, it coulda been improved
You should have mentioned how tall you are.
and what your neighbors do
but his suspension is taboo

Where do you buy your suits?
and how’s your commute?
He sincerely seems to care what you’re eating, too
And I’ll bet he’d like to hear how much you can bench
His love of minutia will last ’til the end

All the usual, juvenile
disputably interesting mail
I assume at some point he’ll get sick of this stuff
and he won’t know what to do
How will he fill up hour two?

Blah blah, blah blah, blah...

A parody of James Blunt, "You're Beautiful"