Lyrics

My sincere apologies to Danner, who already did a version of this tune last year (feel free to redo any of mine!). But I thought it was fitting for this month of April, and a sad and empty Thursday.
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What’s up with this show host
Hardly on the air
We hang on every word, but
Does he even care?

Hacking, wheezing, kvetching, sneezing
Gotta have more of this shtick than just
Three Days a week

Three Days a week
I loathe this
Three Days a week
How will my jingle ever air?!

That’s Ann Hornaday, boy
But why’s she here so soon?
Are these the High Holidays, or
Have we reached the end of June?

(oh oh oh oh oh!!!)

Ranting, Dreading, Crushing, Begging
Gotta have more of this shtick than just
Three Days a week

After The Beatles "Eight Days A Week"