Lyrics

He’s an old man, he’s all orange
Loves emails, faxes, and notes
He’s a bald man, loves to say “old sport”
Gonna read some for all you folks

And it’s a long day, drivin’ through Bethesda
Which roads do you take, what’d you have for lunch
He’s a bad boy, ‘cause he leaves everything early
He’s a bad boy, for delaying that podcast

Now let’s free… free Mr. Tony
Yeah let’s free… free Mr. Tony