Lyrics

There's a bald man on my radio
weekdays from 10 'til noon
spewing his vitriol
crushing his enemies
It's what he loves to do
And God, somehow, you know we love it, too...

He's got your mail and your notes
He's got your faxes and he'll read some for you folks
Winding down another show
Is he here tomorrow?
I honestly don't know
when he'll be back on air again!

A parody of Garth Brooks, "When You Come Back To Me Again"