In my youth, I loved Jean Shepard
And he entertained me greatly
And you know who, on the radio
I’m tuning into lately
So if I could do anything
I think my second choice
Would be listening, attentive
To the broadcast human voice
TV is entertaining
And engaging, yes its true
But it doesn’t hold a candle
To what radio can do.
It’s the single greatest medium
That’s ever been designed
It’s instructive. Its enraging.
It’s a theater of the mind
And unlike a motion picture
Or some dull poetic readings
The listener, in radio
Is part of the proceedings
So when you lose a man
By whom the medium was made
It calls for much reflection
And attention should be paid
The pleasure from the Left
At his departure couldn’t be greater
They called him a pariah
And a bigot and a hater
But he stood inside the kitchen
Cause he loved to take the heat
And I’ve heard he was the kindest man
That you might ever meet
He believed in this America
And all that it aspired to
Expressing his opinion
In the way that he desired to
He sold a billion products
In his thirty-something years
Started countless platforms
And uncountable careers
A fuzzy, cuddly teddy bear
A rousing, raging bull
After years of gratitude.
God’s loan is paid in full
