Lyrics

When you read the news this mornin’
Told us ‘bout the new gig you got
We said “you’re dead to us, you’re really dead to us”

Found someone else
Everyone says they love his voice
I guess it’s over Sheehan
It’s really over Kevin, whoa

Despite what you say
You’re not welcome near Tony
Now you are to me, like Beatrice from Lusby
Look it’s just gotta be this way
Don’t worry Kevin, chimps can read the news okay

But if Cillizza’s walkin by
And you see him avert his eyes
Go away, Sheehan, Go away

If we meet in the studio one day
And even though you think we’re okay
Go away, Kevin, Go away
You’re dead to me
You don’t listen to the show anyway