Lyrics

Over the beltway down in the district, there's a "sports" talk show host.
Mr. Tony is his name.
He says there's no doubt about it, it was the myth of podcasts.
I've heard them all and man they're all delayed.

Well the black ice formed and the snow fell down, just like Kevin said it would.
But he's still a douche to Gary Braun.
Somebody just gave me the TK salute!
A Negrelli tune or a Shad haiku,
It's Mr. Tony's Mailbag.

Out in the Potomac River somewhere, there's a sales weasel post,
Withholding things like stir sticks and paper cups.
And there's no doubt about it, it was the myth of podcasts.
That's what that sales weasel post is for.