Lyrics

First time for everything, let’s do this
Gonna rap about a guy who’s kinda clueless
He’s in the entertainment bidness as an orange clown
with a producer who acts British (cheerio)
Have you ever had gefilte fish? (wait, why?)
Grab some eggs and mix em just like this (what?)
Cup o’ onions and some horseradish (ok)
Nice meal, something’ that would make a nice impression at a briss (I’m not Jewish)
Well in that case you’re gonna hate that
and I doubt that you’d ever wanna taste that
Oh my, I’ve gotten really, really off track
Guess I’m nervous about Tony’s contract

I’m so antsy
‘cause I just don’t know
if Mr. Tony
is coming back on the radio

I’m so antsy
is he really gone
that’s all the Littles
want to know

C’mon 980 just do this
I know you’re not stupid
Don’t wait for later ‘cause honest the truth is
We’ve all been patient, but there ain’t no replacement
and every day you wait is just hurting the station
So get him money on time
You can pay him in dimes
He has no sense what things cost
born in 1859

He’s only working’ part-time
so maybe pay him in wine
but the delay won’t go away ‘cause
you weasels are slime

Now take a PTI hat, I hat
He signed that, signed that
but you know we’d rather have a new contract, contract

sign T-T-O-N-Y, get his name in ink
And he’ll be working back in Rockville on a show that stinks

I’m so antsy
‘cause I just don’t know
if Mr. Tony
is coming back on the radio

I’m so antsy
Summer’s almost done
We’re all so ready
for the show

A parody of Iggy Azalea, “Fancy"