Lyrics

Here’s a Little ditty that I wrote for Mr. Tony’s crew
About the correspondence that just doesn’t seem to make the queue
Yes, about our unread emails
It’s called the Littles Mailbag Blues

Yes it’s those, He Didn’t Read My Email, Littles Mailbag Blues

My stuff is smart and funny
And yet it’s never read
But everyday they give some play
To Josh or Neil or Ed

I’m no Mike from Burke, Virginia
Whose emails tyrannize
But you’d think I’d get at least one read
Even Wilbon is surprised

I’ve got those, He Didn’t Read My Email, Littles Mailbag Blues

When I’m riding on my bike tonight
I think I’m going to wear blue
When I’m riding on my bike tonight
I think instead I will wear blue
‘Cause TK skipped my email
To read another Shad haiku

I’ve got those, He Didn’t Read My Email Lord, Littles Mailbag Blues