Lyrics

Now and then I think of all the days I missed for weather
And if a weasel didn’t like it he could die
All the Littles heaped their praise on me
And all those sandwiches that came for free
So I was pretty sure you’d hear me in September

Do you really think they’d blow me off?
Make out like it’s only business and I’m just chopped liver
And I don’t even need this job
But they treat me like a haircut and that feels so odd
All of this seems just like deja vu
Has Snyder emailed Raju just so he can get my number?
I guess that I don't need the dough
Now I’m just an old guy with a TV show
Now I’m just an old guy with a TV show
Now I’m just an old guy with a TV show

Parody of Gotye's earworm