Chris Wittyngham is a Fancy Lad

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My friend move on closer (oh yeah, oh yeah)
If you've been feeling low, come back up to earth

I'm Tellin' you so, the power of soul
Love is still  possible
I'm Tellin' you so, the power of soul
Love is still possible

My friend move on closer (oh yeah, oh yeah)
If you've been feeling low, come back up to earth

One more day, all my dues to pay
Walk into it anyway
You're feeling strange, the power of day
Will make it happen anyway

My friend move on closer (oh yeah, oh yeah)
If you've been feeling low, come back up to earth

I'm Tellin' you so, the power of soul
Love is still  possible
I'm Tellin' you so, the power of soul
Love is still possible

The Power Of Soul

A very White Guys account of the fine system developed on the Dan Le Batard Show with Stugotz. 
If you don't like this track, you can go walk in the ocean, or maybe I'll take the walk. Is this up for debate? You never know!

Consulting by my friend, Andrew of Whisper Sands
https://whispersands.bandcamp.com/

Lyrics:
Waaa ooo aaa ooooh, that is a fine

When Dan gets somebody’s name wrong
When Mike gets all snobby on a song
The Reaper speaks out
Chris gets rattled and then freaks out
Then Stugotz interrupts with “That’s a fine”

Waaa ooo aaa ooooh, that is a fine

Sometimes Dan forgets to watch his tone
Stugotz coughs right in the microphone
When Billy is useless
When Stu blames to make excuses
Then we will all remind them that's a fine

Stugotz read the internet wrong
He got a fine, but his money was gone
Old Greg Cote sits in the chair
And says something that breaks the show beyond repair

Roy just typed a live read without skill
Stu just found a $20 bill (that’s a fine)
We hate to say it
One time Dan killed poor Frank Layden
And I think that’s a $50 fine

Waaa ooo aaa ooooh, that is a fine

Fine Song

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

Dan Is Fat

A song from Dan's perspective about every Tuesday with Greg Cote.

Lyrics:
Ladies and Gents, this is the moment I'm bracing for
Ten seconds till the show and he's walking all around the floor
He's gonna say some things that are so useless that I can't ignore
Wasting his breath, stealing my time, and all of my calm is left behind.
I can't fight it he's coming for me every Tuesday
I'm almost certain that he will not have a Back in My Day
I wore a clock! Can't he see the end is getting closer.
I give up as his incompetence is taking over!
For some reason, I will keep the invitation open.
It's a wonder; why I've given him so much devotion.
He only comes to get a click! His egos overloading
and I know that Cote's gonna kill the show!

When he's in front of a few hot mics and his headphones are nowhere in sight!
No matter what we do, he's taking over you.
He's gonna kill the show!
We set him up to be a clown, and his son can't stop him now!
Try to say something new, he's talking over you.
He's gonna kill the show!

He's never gonna see the clock. He's not too good at listening.
Was he high at the MegaCast? We'll have to ask McGillicuty.
Either way, it makes me smile every time I see his face.
Then he takes it all away with another Lobos update!

When he's in front of a few hot mics and his headphones are nowhere in sight!
No matter what we do, he's taking over you.
He's gonna kill the show!
We set him up to be a clown, and his son can't stop him now!
Try to say something new, he's talking over you.
He's gonna kill the show!
(You never know! You never know!)
He's gonna kill the show!

The Greatest Showkiller

[Hook]
Stu on another lie, Now I’m out another hundred
What’s he’s doing? Hidin’ money
What’s he’s doing? Hidin’ money
What I’m doing? Waitin’ on em
But he’s got lacrosse
Sports Bang is the company
And Weiner’s the boss
 
And I be buntin’ like I’m Billy
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
I be buntin’ like I’m Billy
I'm the, young Bunter
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
I be buntin’ like I’m Billy
 
 
[Verse]
Here's the thing, Roy hates it when I say
Can't start a single sentence without rambling for days
 And I’m, I’m standin’ by, Opening day
Tried to call a big fly but Dan swallowed my play
I gotta eat, yea eating like I’m eight
And on my birthday Donny T-Ball came to hate/
I ran track, if ya mans wanna race
I’mma run around and put Amin’s shame on the cable/
Paws Up!, and let me say
Where I’m from we see an Afilador every day
What’s that sound? Mike is back it
Throw a demon at me, I throw an angel back at em
And I’m Pipo, Miami Fanatic 
If I had that same boat, I could have paddled the Atlantic/
I got receipts, Dan you never know
They may come an audit taxes, I’m a psycho with a neuros(is)...
 
 
[Hook]
Stu on another lie, Now I’m out another hundred
What’s he’s doing? Hidin’ money
What’s he’s doing? Hidin’ money
What I’m doing? Waitin’ on em
But he’s got lacrosse
Sports Bang is the company
And Weiner’s the boss
 
And I be buntin’ like I’m Billy
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
I be buntin’ like I’m Billy
I'm the, young Bunter
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
Buntin’ like I’m Billy
I be buntin’ like I’m Billy

Suey Dan Lebatard

Buntin' Like I'm Billy [Gil] - (Stuntin Like My Daddy Parody)

I took my top off I'm Naked, I keep my socks on
I took my top off I'm Naked, I keep my socks on


I, I took my top off I'm naked, Chris 
I took my top off I'm naked

I took my top off I'm Naked 
I took my top off I'm Naked 
I took my top off I'm Naked 
I took my top off I'm Naked 
I took my top off I'm Naked, oh
I took my top off I'm Naked, ah
 I took my top off I'm Naked, yeah
I took my top off I'm Naked, yeah

I know the hippo gon' fine me, woof , I show stopped
I got Guillermo beside me, fake Stugotz 
I know the hippo gon' fine me, woof , I show stopped
 I took my top off I’m naked, but these crocks 


[VERSE]
Taco Bell,  Secret Meals/
I’m-a hide the trash and the details/
Keep J Ritter on my G-mail /
Ginger’s back Billy in this mean world/
My pal’s knows ponies winnin’ and sendin’  me bets/
Save my steps, Groceries carts get left/
Tyron Smith such a grown man/
I killed a segment with his own hands/
 


And now Dan’s out the booth/
walking me to first take, in a battery suit/
Save all that baby poop/
Til the diapers stop fitting through the chute/
Its true had a bag on my feet/
Garlic taste, I can feel in my teeth/
Sheesh, what I do this time?/
Walk through the sand, that’s how we do fines/
$91 dollars on a pie bill/ 
Keep it real with you, that was my bill/
I recede yall/
Yelling at a troll that he’s bald/
Twitch won I was P’d off/
Me and Roy had a sing off/
That was R. Kelly, 98/
Chris Karaoke I Delivered that poor/
That’s just vintage me/
The guy that makes reddit wish defeat, You can’t buy this glue/ 
Hit toy-boat toy-boat, you know how I do/
Two-words made the Lour cool (woo)/
Gotta pee swim around the pool/
Never had salad, but my shirts removed/
Naked Chris will never be without his shoes!/

Top Off (Naked Chris)

To the tune of "You Give Love A Bad Name" by Bon Jovi

Lyrics:

It's Tua Time!
Ain't it a shame that we can't say his last name?

QB1 -- time will tell
Just hope Aaron Donald won't put him through Hell

Whoa! Now the Dolphins are fun!
Maybe the good times have finally begun?!

Tua's the guy
But it's a shame that we can't say his last name
He's got the goods
His arm's insane
But we can't say his last name...

(We Can't Say His Last Name...)

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- 2x Suey Award Winner for Best Musical Performance
- Songsmith for Because Miami

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