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I'd like to do a song of great social and political import. It goes like this:

Oh Lord, won't you free Mr. Tony
and a same-day podcast would be great for me.
I'd listen live but I don't live in DC,
so oh Lord, won't you tell those sales weasels for me.

Oh Lord, won't you bring Mike Wilbon a surprise,
and Junior would love a 36 pants size.
It's time for mailbag; emails, faxes, notes.
Mr. Tony's going to read some for all you folks.