These dough ho’s want to grieve me,
Schmoozing mooches on radio—
Yeah, they have to beg and plead to glean my money.
I do mind, and I scream, “Stop needlin’ me!”

Airwaves crowd that begs, sleaze harlots—
I don’t want to hear their whines no mo’.
Airwaves crowd that pleads, “Pay me, pay me!”
I don’t want to hear their lines no mo’.

Now I hear a whinin’ man
Who is concurrently smug and snide;
He’s telling me that I must give to
Him a lot of my green so his keening will subside.

Snare-pay crowd that begs, keep barking—
I don’t want to hear their whines no mo’.
Snare-pay crowd that pleads, “Pay me, pay me!”
I don’t want to hear your lines—please go!

Done I think are these creeps, but there’s more begs;
All night and day, they will just keep on squawking away.
They ask and ask—better make that “demand.”
In peace they will not leave me—this I cannot stand!

Airwaves clowns that beg, me snarling—
I don’t want to hear their whines for dough.
Airwaves clowns that plead, “Pay me, pay me!”
You have got me tears cryin’—please go!

Now I’ve got a loathing deep in the pit of my heart
For this one particular whore:
His name is Greg Sherwood, and he drives me crazy.
His wheedling pleading—I can’t take it no more!

Airwaves crowd that begs, me snarling—
I’ll hear their whines till they’ve got the dough.
Airwaves crowd that grieves, days and days, me.
Can’t clear these creeps off the radio!!!!!!!!