Music from The Greg Cote Show, with Greg Cote

From 1440 Zagacki St. to your two ears: Nellie's Diner! As heard on The Greg Cote Show, with Greg Cote!

Music written and performed by Yeti Blanc
Voiceover written and performed by Greg Cote

Nellie's Diner (with Greg Cote)

A little dab'll do ya! And two'll do ya double! Brylcreem! As heard on The Greg Cote Show, with Greg Cote and The Dan Le Batard Show, with Stugotz.

Music written and performed by Yeti Blanc
Voiceover written and performed by Greg Cote

Brylcreem! (With Greg Cote)

Greg Cote Tuesday! A parody celebrating our favorite Showkiller.

Greg Cote Tuesday.mp3

The Cote Family Olympics

The show was poking fun at the Miami Dolphins campaign:  "Since Moment", where fans share they have been a fan of the Dolphins since "insert memory here"

A texter shared his "moment since" which prompted the show to the do the following.

Dan Le Batard | Fake Pavarotti | Ode to Miami Dolphins QB's

A tribute to the laziest radio host in America. To the tune of "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger. 

Lyrics:


I had visions I would be a big time host like Mike or the Mad Dog
Called 911 on a bullfrog
It scared the living bleep out of me
Roy typed up a read and I’m not confidently sure I can read it
And no I’m never defeated
I’ll try to shift the blame off of me
Hope it’ll work, but no, it never does

I can’t read & I can’t spell
Am I Art Briles? Cause I’m in Hell

Had it up to here with all the Zappos boxes piled at my front door
I only looked at the box score
But I’ll pretend that I watched the game
I procrastinate and then I wind up texting Chris, Mike or Billy
To come up with something silly
And write my Weekend Observations for me, bleep you

I can’t read & I can’t spell
Am I Art Briles? Cause I’m in Hell
I can’t read & I can’t spell
It’d be a sin, to do my job well

I wanna be on screens
And take away some rings
I wanna have my Sundays with my wife it feels fine
I wanna play the back nine
Over at Pembroke Pines
I wanna guess some lines...
Take the Jets plus-niiiiiiiii-iiine...

Hell we doin’? Hell we doin’? All my teams are trying to annoy me
Or they embarrass or bore me
It makes me wanna break my TV
We made plans for golf and then I didn’t show; I’m sorry I missed ya
I had a lacrosse-mitzfa
Someday my lies will finally catch up to me (oh no!)

I can’t read & I can’t spell
Am I Art Briles? Cause I’m in Hell
I can’t read & I can’t spell
It’d be a sin, to do my job well

Show Poll Reada (A Stugotz Anthem)

Fake Jay - Z Ilgauskas Song

A short but delightful little ditty about the legendary backup Center, Michael Doleac. To the tune of "Rocket Man (I Think It's Gonna Be a Long, Long Time) by Sir Elton John.

Lyrics:


Miami’s quite a place to play pro ball
In fact, it’s dope as Hell
Even with limited minutes, off the bench

The second unit really ain’t so bad
It’s just my job 3 games a week
For a back up fiiiiiihiiiive
Named Doleac

And I think it’s gonna be in garbage time 
When I get fouled and go to the free throw line
And unlike Shaq, I’m gonna make ‘em both
Oh whoa whoa whoa

Michael Doleac...
DOLEAAAAAAAC
Been around the league 10 years or so
But I’ve been coming off the bench a long, long time

Doleac (I Think It's Gonna Be In Garbage Time)

A tribute to the best darn sportswriter the Miami Herald has ever known. To the tune of "Maneater" by Daryl Hall & John Oates.

Lyrics:


Showkiller

He’s only on once a week
Musty and oblique
He’s had a cough since 1994
Watching and waiting... for his moment to bring things to a screeching halt

Whatever is interesting
He’ll relay the opposite thing
Sometimes he’ll bring a relic from his room of curios
Quality matters... but it doesn’t to Greg, that much we know for sure...

•
Whoa-oh here he comes
Cue the loser game show sound
Whoa-oh here he comes
He’s a showkiller

Whoa-oh there he goes
Missing the hard network out
Everybody knows
(Watch out) He’s a showkiller
•

He’s his own biggest fan
Lives to annoy Dan
He’s deadly, man — instantly just tears the show apart
Mindlessly blathers
He’s been coming for years, but he still doesn’t watch the clock

•
Whoa-oh here he comes
Cue the loser game show sound
Whoa-oh here he comes
He’s a showkiller

Whoa-oh there he goes
Missing the hard network out
Everybody knows
(Watch out) He’s a showkiller
•

Showkiller

This one's for the lovable Christopher Cote, and his recent dalliance with Australian horse race betting in the wake of a global pandemic that has halted all major sporting event...

To the tune of "Pony" by Ginuwine

Lyrics:

I'm just a gambler
Looking for some action
Real sports have been gone too long...
Who knows when they're coming back; so:

Chris Cote
Is betting
Australian ponies
Friend gave him
Tips and
Daddy jumped on 'em

(Australian) Ponies

This one's for Finny... kind of?

To the tune of "Back That Azz Up" by Juvenile.

Lyrics:

Shut That Dog Up

Stu we’re all workin' from home, yeah, you know, yeah
These aren’t like regular shows, yeah, to host, yeah
We’re just talkin’ on the Zoom, yeah, in our rooms, yeah
Things aren’t always running smooth, but it’s all good, yeah
‘Cept I keep hearing your dog, yeah
He’s loud, yeah
Gotta do something about it, it’s like he’s shoutin’
Hire somebody to walk him, or somethin’
You just ain’t doing enough, yeah
Ruff ruff, yeah
You could tie him to a post, yeah
While you host, yeah
Maybe throw a bone outside, yeah
Rawhide, yeah

We’re tryna do a show, can’t you shut your dog up
How come you have no control? Won’t you shut your dog up
You got a big house, can’t you shut that dog up?
We’re all in this together, #ShutThatDogUp

We’re tryna do a show, can’t you shut your dog up
How come you have no control? Won’t you shut your dog up
We all love Finny, but please shut that dog up
We’re all in this together, #ShutThatDogUp

Shut That Dog Up

Based on "Video Killed The Radio Star" by The Buggles

Greg Cote Killed The Radio Show

To the tune of Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners.

Lyrics by Andrew Streeter and Yeti Blanc.


Poor old soul Kawhi...
Seemed sad in San Antonio
Got a ring up in Toronto
The Canucks all cried
When he left there -- who'd blame them?

Gone home (to LA)
Got Paul George (to LA)
Expectations higher than ever... (for the Clippers)

Tied 2-2, they're tied 2-2, oh boy....
Can they get out of the first round?

Pandemic P
Going 3 for 14
He just can't seem to hit anything
The Clips are their best
While he's getting some rest
Guess Kawhi has to do everything...

Pandemic P
A cancer to the team
Shots aren't falling for Pandemic P
Luka tore them to shreds
Did it on just one leg
Oh, come on now...
Pandemic P

Pandemic P

A tribute to our favorite singing sportswriter, Greg Cote, and his endless pursuit to return to the joys of ye olden times gone by.

Lyrics:
For Dan, it’s never clear
Am I prepared? It’s never certain
And now, the end is near
Every breath, could be my final curtain
I know, I promised more,
But It’s hard to bring one every Tuesday

I’m Greg, and that’s how it was
Back in my day

And yes, I've done a few
But as of late, too few to mention
I did road trips and cartoons
Potato Chips and Sandwiches
And disappearing cars
That once sailed down open highways

Yes, I’m Greg, and that’s how it was
Back in my day

I did Simpler Times and Vaping for you!
I covered Fortnight! Gift wrapping, too!
I did my best work, when there was doubt!
Take your fancy soap, and throw it out!
Again, I’m Greg and that’s how it was
Back in My Day
I've loved, laughed and cried
Over receipts, the primeval times we’re losing
And now, as tears subside
I still find myself quite amusing
Food Trucks! I’ve done it all!
I’m still doing Commerce, the old school way!

Because I’m Greg, and that’s how it was
Back in my day!

Oh, now what more? What more could Dan want?
I’ve done Vending machines! Hotel Robots!
To Nanna’s Cookbooks, I will appeal
I like the way, my dumb Mattress feels!
Yes, I am Greg and that’s how it was
Back in my day!

Yes, back in my day!

Back In My_Day

To the tune of "YMCA" by the Village People.



Lyrics:
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Sunday!

What we’ve all waited for, is this

Sunday!

Handing out the awards here on

Sunday!

In an ill-fitting suit will be 

Greg-o-ry Paul Co-te


That’s when

You’ll turn on the livestream to stare

Blankly

At Greg giving a speech

You aren’t even

In this fantasy league

But you still. won’t. want. to. miss. it...


The annual gala for

PFPI

Let’s have a party for

PFPI


Cheap mimosas be damned

This thing’s still in-demand

You should cancel all other plans


It’s the tradition of 

PFPI

Pro Football Predictions Incorporated


Oh, you have to be there

And pretend that you care

Or your bound to get a death glare

PFPI (featuring Yeti Blanc)

- Incredibly niche song parodies
- 2x Suey Award Winner for Best Musical Performance
- Songsmith for Because Miami

PFPI (featuring Yeti Blanc)

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