Lyrics

Thanks to Kristen Chenoweth . . . no I mean KJERSTIN Chenoweth . . . Oh, I mean Kj for singin' my tune.

Whenever I hear someone
Who’s kvetching on the air -
And let’s face it, when isn’t
He kvetching on the air

This soul of mine
Starts to die inside

And if someone tries to name a tune
I guess they’re gonna eat it too!
I know, I know, it isn’t very bright

And even on delay
- Because that damned podcast’s always delayed!-
Just listen, and you’ll hear unpleasant gripes
Info for life, though he’s not nice
Since he is

Kornheiser
Why listen to Kornheiser?
He can’t stand your rained on bike, won’t bet World Cup lines
All those names he can’t pronounce – oooh!
He’ll beg for a hat to wear
On his absent hair
All that swag, too much to count

‘Cause he’s Kornheiser
That’s right, Tony Porthouser

You’ll find that his temper’s short
Hardly talks of sports
So much stuff he doesn’t know -
But what’s new
‘Cause this one’s a really big stinking show!

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