Lyrics

There's someone jabbering here,
And his point ain’t exactly clear,
There's a man with no hair on this show,
With a face that is made for ray-di-o,

Stop, hey, who’s that guy?
He’s the orange man from PTI.

We’ve got to open our eyes,
We know that Wilbon’s not surprised,
We just don’t know what to do,
Someone put in a phone call to Gretch-en-Wu.

Stop, hey, what say you?
He’s the orange man who hates Raju.

What a sad day when it snows,
There’ll be no frostbite on his toes,
I suppose the Mayflower will do,
For a steak and some Johnny Wal-ker-Blue,

Stop, hey, cab for you?
Heard the orange man hates Uber, too.

Stop, hey, please stay calm,
Gonna grab a steak down at the Palm,

Stop, hey, what’s that noise?
Think that it must be the Sheehan boys,

Please don’t go too far,
Validate the parking for his car,

Stop, hey, don’t offend,
He has never seen a movie end.