Lyrics

Wake up in the morn
Aw, My aching back, man
Out to get the paper
Try to put some pants on
So much about my life
That I don't understand,

Cuz there’s not much I know for sure

But I don't give a damn,
When they say the movie’s over
And I don't give a damn,
If I burn it in my toaster
Littles I want your swag, I want golf balls, I want it all
right now
You gotta send 'em to me baby!

Yackin’ all day long
Radio and cable
Got to get to bed
As soon as I am able
Hating apple slices, coffee creamer, skiing neighbors and MORE!
What a waste of time really.

Mailbag, you gotta read it to us Ton,
Those email and the notes
Are the best part of the show
This show stinks everyday
But the mailbag is usually okay.

Mailbag! Whoa whoa whoa whoa

A parody of, you know, that anthem by that Liz Clarke guy.