Lyrics

He was a newsman
now he’s selling underwear and sheets
Hell, even Craftsman
Tell me how does Mr. Tony sleep?

Between the reads
He talks about his golf over the weekend
You fall asleep
when you wake up Michael's selling merchandise
and you realize
that this is filler
Filler shite
Now Tony’s gonna tell you ‘bout the Chatter special tonight
Filler
Filler shite
You’ve listened for so long
now it's vanilla filler it's shite

Popup filler tonight!!

A new day dawns at Tony’s bar
A dozen patrons from near and far
The wide-eyed rubes all flocked to see
this walking dead menagerie
a cast of clowns from the tube and Post
will break new ground to flatter our host
And while they sometimes touch on an overtime thriller
it’s ads and golf and inane FILLER

A parody of Michael Jackson, "Thriller"