(To the music of AC/DCs 'TNT') Watch me ride out all the bye games on my, old computer screen Juggling all my MPPs, if you know what I mean General soreness to the left of me, gambling to the right Got no real guns, got no Fyfe, can't you see my plight (chorus) I need a POD, for Friday night. A POD, with no good trades in sight A POD, maybe Dal Santo A POD, cos Bartel's gone cold!