As heard on Dan LeBatard Show, ESPN, 11/11/2013

Richie Incognito Song

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)

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

An anthem for the Le Batard Show's Marching Band to Nowhere. 
Written by me, performed by me and @AndrewStreeter

Lyrics:
We're the definition of, half plan, half duds
No video at Mall of America
No reach, mister David P labeled us
No parade after Loria
Knights won the big game, check the guest list
Too many T-shirts, and nobody came
0 and 16, but no parade in Cleveland
Private jet, Tin Caps, had me believin'...
Stu's the boss? Hearing lost.
Big ideas but we ain't never gonna pull ‘em off
Lewis B. Not picked, you see. But if you ask Billy, it's all because of Robby. 
Think of Stu Falls, he ain't ever left
He'll prolly, take the money & then try to fake his death
It's official, Canseco had to fall through.
We'll keep planning.The marching continues.

Marching band to nowhere, Marching band to nowhere
We can't really start now, cause we're bad at this life
Marching band to nowhere, Marching band to nowhere
We can't really start now, cause we're bad at this life

Marching Band To Nowhere (ft. Andrew Streeter)

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Lies Yourself (Stugotz Remix)

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Royal beheading

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...)

Yeti Blanc, Fleminem & I were asked to contribute to the "long version" of the stat of the day; a massive segment for the final episode of the Dan Le Batard Show with Stugotz that aired on ESPN Radio. 

This is what we came up with. Enjoy!

STAT OF THE DAY (The Long Version)

En af glæderne ved de store slutrunder er at have et drømmehold på holdet.dk. Og en af glæderne ved at være lytter på Mediano Håndbold er, at vi gerne vil give dig et kvalificeret input til, hvordan du skal sætte dit VM-hold på holdet.dk.

Meget få har et overblik over verdenshåndbolden som Rasmus Boysen. I denne podcast deler han ud af sin store viden om alt fra Kap Verde til den seneste sygdoms- og skadeliste. Fra position til position guider Rasmus Boysen dig igennem til, hvordan du kan sætte dit drømmehold på holdet.dk.   

Hvis du skal have succes i holdet.dk, er du nødsaget til at lytte til denne udsendelse først. 

Hør hele udsendelsen her:

Gæst: Rasmus Boysen
Vært: Thomas Ladegaard

* Udsendelsen er præsenteret i samarbejde med Sparekassen Kronjylland*

VM Special #5: Tips og tricks til at sætte dit drømmehold med Rasmus Boysen

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

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

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