Distracted by each career milestone

Though they're all in his hands

He set up his best ones for weeks

And the questions all get answered before they're asked to him

Tells you sit right back

He's talking through his teeth

And I don't believe the things he'll say but

I'll call him up and give him flack

And it's sad but true the sounds that don't come back

And I can see him tap producer fix his lines

And that makes me feel like a rat

I feel like a rat

So I'd like you to set it straight now on this one

All fixed up now for june's foreign spell

All sad 'bout it now june's bitter soil again

Oh no can't take this another year

Drop two steps back and take the place of who that came before now