Lyrics

This is as close to an "evergreen" jingle as I get. Songs of mine like this are usually bound for Nigel's rubbish bin.

Maybe I should put this jingle on a CD 13 times and send it to the studio so Mr. Tony can drive around town listening to it.

Tony you've got emails faxes and notes
And you get the jinglers to sing
and still this show stinks, this show stinks

Tony you leave early from the movies
And the Littles send you free things
Because this show stinks, this show stinks

When your prize closet possessions
were meant for Mike Wilbon
Don't look for bocce balls,
on the lawn, on the lawn

Tafoya has lined up Al Micheals and
the Bel Air golfing links
And still this show stinks, this show stinks