DENVER RADIO TALK SHOW

Hey-Ho, ain’t it so,

You heard me say it on the Denver Radio Talk Show.

No liberal Running Dog will have his say,

Denver talk show host earn his pay.

He ain’t a quota human, he’s on his own:

Shot down cold on his front lawn.

Hot air rising like a balloon.

Feeding his dreck from a silver spoon.

The scent of his Jaguar is up his nose.

He calls "knickers" his favorite clothes.

Hey-Ho, ain’t it so,

You heard me say it on the Denver Radio Talk Show.

He’s a golly-gee guy from a 1950s town,

Talking like a hood, comin’ off like a clown.

He used to be Left, now he’s Right.

He may change again by tomorrow night.

Hey-Ho, ain’t it so,

You heard me say it on the Denver Radio Talk Show.

Now do you wanna talk? Talk!

But you don’t have to defame my intentions.

Do you want to gawk? Listeners gawk!

In your tract homes on the Plains.

We’ve got 50,000 watts of power.

News on every hour.

You’ll get a font of information.

A literal golden shower.

He exorcises demons,

She has advice to assert.

If nobody listens, someone will get hurt.

He banishes demons,

She asserts advice.

If nobody listens, who will pay the price?

Hey-Ho, ain’t it so,

You heard me say it on the Denver Radio Talk Show.

I’m a shock-troop, parachute-dropped 5^th column geek,

Callin’ on in like a door that squeaks.

Until the host slams the receiver down.

I’ll call back in for another round.

Hey-Ho, ain’t it so,

You heard me say it on the Denver Radio Talk Show.

Now do you wanna talk? Talk!

But you don’t have to defame my intentions.

Do you want to gawk? Listeners gawk!

In your tract homes on the Plains.

We’ve got 50,000 watts of power.

News on every hour.

You’ll get a font of information.

A literal golden shower.

Hey-Ho, ain’t it so,

You heard me say it on the Denver Radio Talk Show.

© Gregory Ego