Lyrics

This jingle was inspired by a suggestion by Nick Astin

There’s a map that’s growing dusty
above a pile of lonely swag
Empty chairs and stale bagels
and I miss the mailbag

Nigel talked of revolution.
How we’ll all be killed by apes
and Tony told us pointless stories
While rocking "Beats By Dre"

From a studio in Rockville
they came to us each morn’
And they closed with Littles singing
And I can hear the parodies
and words, the Littles’ passion
became a new tradition
and brightened up our day at noon

Now my friends, my friends they tell me
Mr. Tony’s really gone
And now his show’s no longer taping
but you can try Andy Pollin

And now nobody’s selling windows
or periodically mentioning doors
Empty chairs and stale bagels
Where Tony’s friends will meet no more
And all summer we’ve been asking
if Tony’s coming back once more
Empty chairs and stale bagels
where my friends will sing no more

A parody of Les Miserables, “Empty Chairs at Empty Tables"