I am a radio techician
We've never met
You don't know me well
I'm on the morning show
That plays Mancow from six to nine
With all the smut you heard
He's making love with his phone girl
I am a part of him
I've never tried for fame
You'll never know my name

I am the busy man who works machines
In the seamy gutters that make him gold
I am the one who keeps the lines
Of communication sound
Without my help,
you'd never hear his racy monologue
I never ride the road
I never play around
I just keep Mancow's madness on the air

I'm a radio technician
living from week to week
I help his raunch reach every man
Who is tuned in
A radio technician
Goin' crazy with the idiocy

And when the whopee cushion sounds
I start to scream
At Mancow's brass bed
But he gets all the horny girls
They never call for me
And he gets it all for free

I'm always very busy
Transmitting my jock's tirades
My working hours are crazed
I'm like a lot of men these days
A radio technician
Whose Xbox will die unplayed
A radio techician
Whose Xbox will have died unplayed