Ladies and gentlemen, Austin Fucking Foreman.
Let me get this right. Yeah,
I doubt you will, but it’s worth a shot.
So a man had to take a song?
Yeah, Jim,
we’re not off to a good start here.
I didn’t have to do anything.
I did it because I wanted to and because I could.
Written by women about female rage.
Um. Wow.
There were three women and one man that wrote that song,
and you left the man out. His name is Dan Wilson,
and you should be ashamed of yourself.
Now we’re all gonna make T shirts that say,
Dan Wilson, you can’t write your own songs. Hmm?
You can’t write your own song. No.
It’s funny you asked me that,
because I just wrote you one tonight,
and I knew you were a fan of the Dixie Chicks,
so I put it in the style of one of their songs.
You don’t know who you’re talking about.
You should have dropped that phone.
You should have logged out.
And they tried to warn you,
but you didn’t pay them any mind.
You know how hard it was to sing that without laughing