Lyrics

To the Tune of ‘Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald’ by Gordon Lightfoot

The legend lives on from the Littles on down
Of the orange man they call Mr. Tony
He’s rich and well-fed, has no hair on his head
And he sure loves to leave a film early

The sales weasels say, there’s a podcast delay
Sonsabitches can be oh so petty
They force us to wait for news that’s weeks out of date
They’re as bad as Raju Narasetti

So here’s the mailbag, with a bit of a lag
Got your notes your emails and your faxes
Mr. Tony will read at a furious speed
While the rest of the gang just relaxes

At the end of the notes there's a Rolling Stones quote
Bonjour Old Sport see you tomorrow!