Lyrics

An obscure tune for sure. The original song ("This City" by Steve Earle) is both sad and beautiful. This is just plain silly. But, I love the song and wanted to drag the uke back out. So there you go. *Includes an homage to Brad's brillant "Iko Iko" lyric - http://tkjingles.com/676.a


LYRICS:
This show will never change
This show will always stink.
Fake Brit, monkeys pickin' games
Is Death Star Radio on the brink?

Sonsabitches w/ their delays
I can't figure out how they think.
Well, I tune in every day
And this show will always stink

Afraid to beg, No Tony ain't.
He'll take your Whiskey and an extra's role
A Kind Bar & how 'bout some windows?
Eat from the pint, he don't want your bowl

He ain't asking "Where's the Cake?"
Cuz he's trying to cut down on carbs.
And so Jacomo feeds him steak,
No Tony's not gonna starve.

This Little ain't about to stray,
This Little won't ever leave.
We're loyal and often strange
At least that's what Cheese Boy believes.

Doesn't matter, say what you may!
We ain't never gonna care what you think
We Littles won't go away
And this show will always stink.