Lyrics

Dear Mr. Tony will you read my note
I'm a loyal little since back when you wrote.
I'll tell you all about my drive to work,
What I had for lunch and complain about those sales weasel jerks.
(Sons of bitches)

It's a funny story 'bout bald orange man
And his new smart phone he doesn't understand.
He sells windows on local radio,
Its a steady job, but he still wants you to send him free kind bars.