DouggieFresh
Member
Just hear those journalists type-ing,
tip-tip typing, tip turk
Come on, I'm bored and working,
well, really shirking my work.
Outside it's mildly chilly
And news is nil-ly, you jerk
Come on, I'm workin' Christmas
For a tiny pittance, I'm irk'd
Wrap it up, wrap it up, wrap it up, let's go!
Let's cancel the show!
We're writing a script that's getting old.
Wrap it up, wrap it up, wrap it up, I'm pissed,
and wanting a gift.
Oh yes, it's true that I'm thru
With this holiday dayside shift.
Our shots are poor and passé
So, badly blasé are we.
We're sadly stuck desk-ridden like
Captives wanting to flee.
Let's take the road to Laurie
And find a story or two
Come on, we've got to do this
so they'll stop and view us all through.
There's a Christmas newcast at the home of N-BC
Makes me wonder if there will be any news to see
We'll be telling the tales we've told before even if they stink
On your tv while you eat your ham and drink. Drink! Drink! Drink!
There's a sinkin' feeling nothing in the world can buy
When they pass around the b-roll and that lame soundbite
It's almost like I came in just to waste my time.
I guess I will but I still
just want to complain in rhyme.
I guess I will but I still
just want to complain in rhyme.
Just hear those journalists type-ing,
tip-tip typing, tip turk
Come on, I'm bored and working,
well, really shirking my work.
Outside it's mildly chilly
And news is nil-ly, you jerk
Come on, I'm workin' Christmas
For a tiny pittance, I'm irk'd
tip-tip typing, tip turk
Come on, I'm bored and working,
well, really shirking my work.
Outside it's mildly chilly
And news is nil-ly, you jerk
Come on, I'm workin' Christmas
For a tiny pittance, I'm irk'd
Wrap it up, wrap it up, wrap it up, let's go!
Let's cancel the show!
We're writing a script that's getting old.
Wrap it up, wrap it up, wrap it up, I'm pissed,
and wanting a gift.
Oh yes, it's true that I'm thru
With this holiday dayside shift.
Our shots are poor and passé
So, badly blasé are we.
We're sadly stuck desk-ridden like
Captives wanting to flee.
Let's take the road to Laurie
And find a story or two
Come on, we've got to do this
so they'll stop and view us all through.
There's a Christmas newcast at the home of N-BC
Makes me wonder if there will be any news to see
We'll be telling the tales we've told before even if they stink
On your tv while you eat your ham and drink. Drink! Drink! Drink!
There's a sinkin' feeling nothing in the world can buy
When they pass around the b-roll and that lame soundbite
It's almost like I came in just to waste my time.
I guess I will but I still
just want to complain in rhyme.
I guess I will but I still
just want to complain in rhyme.
Just hear those journalists type-ing,
tip-tip typing, tip turk
Come on, I'm bored and working,
well, really shirking my work.
Outside it's mildly chilly
And news is nil-ly, you jerk
Come on, I'm workin' Christmas
For a tiny pittance, I'm irk'd
