Lyrics

I’d grown accustomed to delays
They made the news seem obsolete
I was disgusted by those dopes
For dashing all our hopes
The scores, the snows, from weeks ago

And yet it spawned a thousand tunes
It was our never-ending theme
I know we never saw this coming, so it seems too much to ask
But maybe if we’re lucky someday they’ll bring Junior back

It’s now an unexpected boon,
To listen after noon . . . though perhaps it’s best delayed

From "My Fair Lady," only different. Dylan Purcell first proposed the title/idea.