Lyrics

The Yodeler

Well he is just an old boy
Full of stories often told.
And he’s squandered his existence,
On a futile quest for parking
And free merchandise

Let Tony rest!
He woke up
Around 4:30
And he’s not quite at his best.
Hmm mm mmm.

When he left the Post in infamy
He was much more than a boy.
But Raju Narisetti
Didn’t want to deal with Tony and his
Columnettes.

Radio!
What’s the weather forecast like
For all the places Tony goes?
Here’s a story about
Someone Tony knows.

David Aldridge, Jeanne McManus
And Bob Ryan, Abby Lowell,
Richie Justice, Mike Wilbon,
Ann Hornaday.

Asking only Wilbon’s wages
He went looking for a job,
But the only offer was a come-on
From the football boys at ABC.

We do declare
That we knew that Tony’d find a way
To get in trouble there.
La la la la la la la

Junior Junior,
Liz and Torie, Andy Beyer,
Courtney the goddess, and Carville
And Jaworski and the monkey.

Now he’s bathing in Augusta
And wishing he was home, in DC.
Where the bathtubs aren’t so small
And all the showers work,
Showers wo-ork, in DC.

Under the awning stands the yodeler
Was a writer in his day.
Now he grumbles and he grouses
At everyone who’s wronged him
And who’s crossed him till he cries out
In his anger and his pain
“I’m not leaving! I‘m not leaving!
Leave your bike out in the rain!”

Sons of bitches, sons of bitches
Sons of bitches, sons of bitches,
Sons of bitches, sons of bitches,
Sons of bitches. (continues)