Lyrics

While the pod is down, all we get is a home-recorded, bite-sized version of PTI. But wait, how did Mr. Tony suddenly figure out how to use a Google Machine for more than just looking up the Washington Post phone number to find out what's on TV?

Desperate times call for desperate measures, I guess.

There’s a place where
I can go and
Talk to Wilbon too
Through my Zoom
Through my Zoom

Do my screaming while I’m streaming
for five minutes a day
All my yacking and joke cracking
Hope I still get paid

Now its March and
Sports are gone but
I’ll still talk to you
Through my Zoom
Through my Zoom

Jerry's original "Before Noon":
http://littlesongs.net/searchresults.aspx?query=in%20my%20room