Lyrics

A tribute to the wonderful Liz Clarke, in the style of one of her faves

"She's A Lady"

Well she's all you'd ever want
Writes with style about the high post or top spinner
Whenever she take her place
In the chick chair, she's got grace, she's a winner

She's a lady
Whoa, whoa, lord, she's a lady
Talkin' about that little lady
And her name’s Liz Clarke

Though she's often on the road
She’s always welcome on the show, thoughts so crisp and clean
Musical tastes all her own
Hall & Oates plus Welsh Tom Jones
Some guy named Springsteen

She's a lady
Whoa, whoa, whoa, she's a lady
Talkin' about that little lady
We all love Liz Clarke

She’s not snarky very much
Her words she carefully chooses
The whole crew treats her with respect
Even Tone won’t abuse her
Class like hers is hard to find
Careful Tone don't want to bruise her
Can’t we find a chair for her on your show everyday-ay

[vamp to fade]