Lyrics

(As long as this is, it is NOT the full-length version!!)

Do, do you think you can wait for weasels to pay?
Or is he such a pain
That they’ll leave us with chatter from a host with more hair,
Who won’t read your mail
Have they chosen his fate?

And how can we make them pay when he’s sure not broke?
Gets his sandwiches free,
Not to mention cold ice cream
Now that’s a pretty neat trick

And there’s no wintry mix since Sheehan’s dropped the forecasts
For his role on the Sports Chicks

[Extended Claaaahsic Guitar Solo!]

How I wish, how I wish I could hear
One more old guy rant about John Junior’s pants, or holes in Swiss cheese
He keeps repeating the same old lines, all of the time
The same old fears, and that’s what I want to hear!


After "Wish You Were Here" by Orange, er, Pink Floyd