Lyrics

I know a man, Porthouser and he's bald you see
but he used to have hair
He's orange and old and we've been told he loves ice cream
He's shaped like a pear
He hates to fly (hates to fly)
He'd rather stay on the ground

He's on a show called P.T.I. with Mike Wilbon
That dude’s never surprised
He got the axe from Ol' Raju but life went on
Now Narasetti's despised
He's afraid he might die (he don't wanna die)
He's got so many fears....

On radio he does a show that the Littles hope
He'll do 'til he croaks
it's time to read some faxes mail and all your notes
from all of the folks
Now he must take a break
a long Summer break
Hope he comes back next Fall

Mister Porthouser
Mister Portheiser....
Tony Kornheiser.....So Long!

By Joe Aro/Ellicott City, MD
Parody of "MR. BOJANGLES" (Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's Take)