Lyrics

It's late Thursday morning, this must be some kind of joke
The podcast delay can only bring me down

Kornheiser's kvetching, he calls this a "personal note"
The littles still loyal to their orange clown.

We send faxes we send notes
We send red wine, track suits tons of useless junk
We send a piles of swag from the Washington football club
And we only ask for a sticker cuz we're dopes.