Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome
Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome

Well, I turned on the radio, it was Jim Rome
He said in a minute, we’ll get to the phones
But C. Web and J.Wil, my Sac-Town homies
Got some epic blasts for all of you clones
Something about jungle karma time
Have a tape and don’t suck, I’ll throw you a vine

Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome
Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome

Well, I tried to turn my radio dial
To Dr. Laura or Rush–Sieg Heil!
But Romy was on every station up and down
Saying bust out your calls, Bugahaw, C-town
Don’t be wack, don’t geek, bring the smack
NoCal, SoCal, Shaq daddy, Rack me!

Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome
Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Roe

Jim Rome, I wonder about your private life
Jim Rome, I wonder how you talk to your wife

Albuquerque, Crapchester, Bang your monkey, DC
Orenthal, Rae-enthal, Huge call of the day
Tour stop ’til you drop, Represent, bring the cash
Atl, Stl, D-town, Irae
Smack off, Jack off, Hacksaw, Twist & shout
Pimp in the box, You’re huge, I’m out!

Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome
Jim Rome, Jim Rome, Jim Rome

(lyrics: Dan Bern)