Lyrics

I am craving
A certain maven of calculations
And not narrations spun by Bootsie’s grandpa
And suppositions spit out by the Tree Frog
No one can sling
data like Jeff Ma, not smells like Chuck Todd
after years of losing with Jaworski
an MIT grad vying with a monkey

Step into the mire of the TK Show
Who needs to bet when the show’s touts blow
*unintelligible Cajun accent*
Where did Hot Hands Spazgoula go
James Carville, James Carville

Well he's the genius of clubs
Rendered Las Vegas rocked and reeling
He doesn’t need your fifty bucks
You presumptuous dweeb