Lyrics

A jingle to welcome the old man back, and urge him to start griping about the disappointing Nats, with a verse for each, from 1972's extraordinary schmaltz-fest, Alone Again, Naturally

About two months ago
As Tony shut down the show
The Littles came out to sing and shout
The jinglers were all aglow
When Tony and his crew
Showed up at Kilroy’s, too
Then he bid adieu
Made it clear to who
Ever listens to his chatter
You’ll be standing in the lurch
You can search, his show ain’t airing
My god, that's tough
He stood us up
He’s golfing, we’re despairing
Just as we should have known
He’s back on his radio home
On air again, finally

It seems that only yesterday
The Nats were sure to rule the day
Fans look forward to what these guys could do
Winning titles on every play
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
Went from winning clutch to losing much
And the Mets lead it increases
Stinking the joint out
Blame it on Matt, think he has cursed me
So surely Mister Tony’s pissed
He’ll tell us why overtly
Its exactly what I need
To hear the old man’s screed
On air again, finally