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
This one, this one

All fixed up now for June’s foreign spell
All sad 'bout it now, June’s bitter soil again
All fixed up now for...
All sad about it for...
Oh no, can't take this another year
Oh no, can't take this another year
Drop two steps back and take the place of who that came before now