Oh Danny boy, the network types are falling
From rags to rags, a downward market slide
Old Walters gone, and network powers are dying
‘Tis you, ‘tis you must go your face to hide.
But come ye back when hell feels cool and mellow
Or when the devils playing in the snow
‘Cause I’ll be here with fake TANG memo throbbing
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, you too must go.
And if you come, when all the networks dying
And they are dead, as dead I they can be
You’ll come and find the treasury is piling
up stacks of stimulus for buggy whips and thee.