This job is a lot harder than I thought it'd be.
Thought I'd just charge straight ahead on 3 Chords & the Truth. See the hill; take the hill.
Instead, I'm an ever rollin' wheel, without a destination real.
I'm an ever spinning top, whirling around till I drop.
Oh, but what am I to do? My mind is in a whirlpool!
Give me a little hope, one small thing to cling to. You got me going in circles -- oh, round and round I go!
And I can't even tell you about the show without cribbing Friends of Distinction lyrics!
I'm just going in circles. How can I make radio great again like this?
WELL . . . let's us just accentuate the positive. Eliminate the negative.
And latch on to the affirmative. Don't mess with Mister In-Between.
I can't even write this stupid descriptive doomaflatchie without plagiarizing in circles. It's like circling the drain of professional life. The painted ponies go up and down on the carousel of life.
I give up. Now I'm stealing my way into abject depression about the fleeting nature of time -- and my lost youth.
Listen, the show is good, despite it all. Some stuff about circles. And some stuff you can dance to. Right here on the Big Show.
Really, it's all good. And it's not like I have a nuclear arsenal at my disposal or anything.
IT'S 3 Chords & the Truth, y'all. Be there. Aloha.