Lyrics

(I wasn't sure I could sing a Paul tune, and as it turns out, maybe not)

There are urine samples sitting in the lab.
There will be some haiku sent to you by Shad
All these pointless rambles
Even worse on podcast delay
Hard to make much sense of
The things he says each day

Me, I'm just a little guy
Sitting in my car singing this stuff
If Nigel will comply
He might read your mail and that's enough

To make us send in Kind Bars, swag, and booze
We'll put up with Sheehan
Laughing through the news

Then there comes the mailbag
Keep 'em short, not a lot to say
Hard to make much sense of
The things he says each day