Some... people say each song I write is a dud.
I pour into each of them my guts and blood.
My guts and blood into each song.
A voice that shrieks and a mind that's strong.

I post sixteen hundred, what do I get?
Another triple-one vote, much to regret.
Saint Chucky, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go.
I'm still upset over October '04!

I... was born on a morning when the Prez was a crook.
I picked up at age of three my very first book.
At age of 16, started with parody songs
and the teachers said, "Mike, move along!"

I post sixteen hundred, what do I get?
Another triple-one vote, much to regret.
Saint Chucky, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go.
I'm still upset over November '04!

I... deplored those mornings during Dubya's reign.
Crazy Mike, in high school my big nickname.
I was raising some cain in old Yankee Stadium.
Takin' every opportunity call Met fans dumb.

I post sixteen hundred, what do I get?
Another triple-one vote, much to regret.
Saint Chucky, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go.
I'm still upset over last week's hockey score!

If... you see me coming, get on set to laugh.
A lot o' men didn't, they're not wheat, they're chaff.
Keyboard of plastic, fingers of steel.
If my politics don't get ya, then my sports songs will.

I post sixteen hundred, what do I get?
Another triple-one vote, much to regret.
Right-wingers, don't you call me, 'cause I won't go...

My O... ba... ma...
keeps on making you sore!