Carol Fellington with the Sports - Rubber Band Gun

Carol Fellington with the Sports Lyrics

Working at night
Scripting the lines
Reading the playbooks and covering the fights on the tube
She sleeps at her desk
But she's up before noon
Heading advice
Feeding her vice
Taking her paychecks and throwing the dice at the tube
But she tells you
She tells you who she wants to lose
Horace knows her accountant
They know she doesn't tell the truth
But she's got all the kid she wants in her brother
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Baby im begging you please
It's the time of the year
we got sweeps this week
I promise I'll take all of the heat
From the network comprised of fish out of the water
News is getting farther
It's getting farther from you
Carol will you go when they close
All the stations
Low budget sitcoms
Something on the phone about nobodies watching the show after 3pm
They've gotta be wrong bout the numbers
The Nielson's slow
But they love me too
They've gotta believe that it's something
They love me, they love me so
The people that watch my show
Taping tonight
Drunk on the wine
She found in the break room she needed the time on her own
Now she's making fun on Horace all alone
But she don't care when she's lazy so lazy that she didn't read her bookies fee
She's wasting the time waiting in the middle
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