Lyrics

Vocals by Archibald Negrelli

At the end of the show
We are waiting for a fax
From mountains of email
And the haikus from hacks
We all wait for our stickers
To put on our cars
But the standards are high
A read - as rare as Tony’s pars

And even though I know stickers are rare
I walk down to the road and wait for the mail
I try to deal with the podcast delay
Which would go away if the weasels could sell

My wife went to Sam’s
A geezer asked if she’s a fan
With a quizzical look
She just stared at the man
The man pointed at the back
Where the sticker was stuck
Then she smiled and said
“It’s my husband’s truck!”
In the parking lot at Sam’s

A parody of Billy Joel, "River of Dreams"