Play Me to my Seat
Hey Conan man, I’d like to be on your show.
I cannot wait untill you replace Leno.
And when it happens, will you play me to my seat?
Hey Letterman, I really hate you you jerk.
I’d like to punch you but it’d be to much work.
But if I did, would you still play me to my seat?
I stand in front of my sofa all day,
Waiting for a talkshow to come my way,
Just so I can here them play me to my seat.
Hey Ferguson, you know as Wick you were great.
It’s such a pity that you’re on so damn late.
But if I watched you, would you play me to my seat?
Hey Carson man, there’s something I want to know.
Why do those morons keep on airing your show?
I think you suck butt, would you play me to my seat.
My legs are sore from standing all day,
My feet are bloody and they’re worn away,
Please won’t someone rescue me and play me to my seat?
The weight of my torso is crushing my spine.
My doctor said that I don’t have much more time,
But I can sit without waiting for a music cue.
I don’t believe him, guess he’s some kind of quack.
I’ll keep on waiting, though it’s breaking my back.
Any kind of talkshow houseband song will do.
I just remembered to turn on my TV,
I change the channel and what do I see,
The joyus vision of Weinberg to play me to my seat.
Play me to my seat.
Play me to my seat.
Play me to my seat.
But the sound isn’t on.
