Mike is struggling with his new jingle. Weird because since he is John Lennon to Russo's Ringo, you would think the writing music thing would be no problem.
I don't want Mike to be without a jingle. It's bad enough that he is broadcasting from "the studio that shall not remember Christopher Mad Dog Russo." We need to help him. Help him get his jingle on...
So here's the deal: come up with lyrics, we will pass them along to Chernoff and if you hear them on the air, you can tell all your friends that Chernoff stole it from you.
Feel free to contact guitaritst/pitcher Bronson Arroyo to compose the music.
Things you might want to include in your jingle lyrics:
1. The name Mike Francesa
2. The name Mike Francesa and that he knows everything
3. The name Mike Francesa and that he is friends with Bill Parcells
Things you don't want to include
1. Mentions of his weight
2. Mentions of his liquid intake
3. Mentions of Mike and a dog that is not happy, perhaps angry that is talking sports on the Fan.
And Now, A Note From Brian Powell
14 years ago
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here's my try:
Mike Francesa...Sports Radio 66, W-F-A-N
He’s talking horses, Mariano and Manny as hard as he can
He’s dishing out handwaves - It’s Mike Francesa and he’s above the Fan
Only facts can get by him, turn it on and try him, it’s Mike Francesa , WFAN
To the tune of Yesterday, by the Beatles:
Yesterday...The New York Yankees seemed so far away.
Now it looks as though they're here to stay.
Suddenly...I am twice the man I used to be.
There's no shadow hanging over me.
Yesterday...Sports was such an easy game to play.
Now I need a bomb shelter to hide away.
Why Dog had to go I don't know
he wouldn't say.
Oh, I believe...In Francessa on the FAN (WFAN, New York!!!)
Nice FTLT, but there is a lot of baggage with that music. I'm proposing an existing song, except we will not change a single lyric. It's a song from Karate Kid, "You're the Best"
You’re the best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you down
You’re the Best!
Around!
Nothing’s gonna ever keep you dow-ow-ow-ho-how-ho-own
gman, you need to change the lyrics. wax off those lyrics and wax on new ones. But i like that you are sneaking Mad Dog in there by choosing a song that was made for Daniel LaRusso
Quick re-mix. Still to The Beatles Yesterday:
Payday...With Doggie here you seemed so far away.
Now it looks as though I'm Imus wealthy.
Suddenly...I am twice as rich as I used to be.
There's no second mortgage hanging over me.
Payday...hosting a talk show is such an easy game to play.
Now I need a tax shelter to hide away.
Why I wasn't the unquestioned star of the station all along, I don't know, they wouldn't say.
Oh, I believe...In Payday.
Francessa on the FAN (WFAN, New York!!!)
To the tune of "Lump" by Presidents of the USA:
He's Mike! He's Mike! He's Mike!While doggie's layin in bed!
Here's Mike! Here's Mike! Here's Mike! To tell how horses are bred!
Yes Mike! Just Mike! Yes Mike! Now that doggie is dead!
Has it all gone to his head? I think so!
Is there a way we won't bored us death! Oh no no!
So saddle up 1-6 [pm], and let's go!
To the Threes Company showtune:
Some might call him a bore,
Say that he'll never drink Dew,
Just a joke that likes his Coke,
Fatcesa, the douche!
Some might call him a boor,
Predicting things never true,
Just a surly bear with unmoveable hair,
Fatcesa's aloof!
One's company too!
To Three Dog's Night "One":
Our one is the homeliest member of what once was two/
Alone, he's as bad as they come/
With phony candor, looking out for number one
Ro is the saintliest innocence to stick by that beau/
Nantz, Parcells, insider info that we'll never know/
The saddest experience that you'll ever do/
Is count out the team when the loss column is anything less than twenty-two
It wasn't good before - we thought Dog was quasi-gay/
Now I'm in line with all you whine "would that Chertoff went the other way"/
Ours is the homeliest member/
Ours is the homeliest member/
Ours is the homeliest member of what once was two.
To the Flintstones tune:
Cesa, it's Fatcesa!
Bringing old-school sports expertise.
A fat italian, from long island,
First-basemen slugger when he still had knees.
Let's side with Fatcesa 'cause he's right.
If not, the hand wave will win the fight.
When you heed Fatcesa
(It's called "What Should Joba Do?" time)
You'll see that Jabba will do fine
He'll take his gay old time!
And lastly, sung to "One" by U2:
Is it getting better?
Lord knows it's not the same.
And it don't make easier knowing
That we got someone to blame.
We say...
Two men,
Two new wives,
But not one creed,
So it died.
One Fan,
We get to hear it.
But with every baby,
They didn't care for it.
Did Heyman disappoint you,
Leave a bad taste in your mouth?
When they act like they never had love,
It's we that go without.
'Cause he's...
Too fat
(Not light)
Can't drag the man that never drinks a Sprite
They're one, but Chris would go lame
If he had to
Carry the other
Can't carry his brother
Tons....
Did you listen for the glory,
Cherish every word that's said?
Did you come here to play Jeter,
and span the Wettelands in your head?
Was Torre a crutch?
Put Joe G. in a tricky spot?
Saying, "Cash gave me nothing,
Don't expect a playoff spot."
It's fun,
But it's not the same,
And now they're sundered,
Mike's farts are lonely thunder.
Tons...
(spiritual instrumentation, fadeout)
wtsherman, those were the funniest lyrics (the flinstones one). what should joba do time. classic.
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