A new day dawns, we stretch and yawn
And stagger off to the head
We sip our coffee, turn the monitor on
And wonder if Tracy is finally dead
But it’s all the same, a story so lame
That little more can be said
The tale is flat, and we marvel that
Locher even bothers to get out of bed
We’ll tune in tomorrow (much to our sorrow)
And down the pathway we will be led
Only to find, like every other time
We should have stayed in bed instead
A new day dawns, we stretch and yawn And stagger off to the head We sip our coffee, turn the monitor on And wonder if Tracy is finally dead But it’s all the same, a story so lame That little more can be said The tale is flat, and we marvel that Locher even bothers to get out of bed We’ll tune in tomorrow (much to our sorrow) And down the pathway we will be led Only to find, like every other time We should have stayed in bed instead