My Evenings with The New York Times Lyrics

I hate my job

And the world's a mess

I need to aggressively decompress

So I mix a drink

Hit that link

And know that I'll feel fine

Cuz I'll spend my evening with

The New York Times

I scan the headlines

To know what's going on

Read David Brooks

Because he makes my heart feel warm

Silly or serious

They've got it everyday

Science and travel

Both carry me away

I know that life isn't what it seems

We try to sift through all the dirt to find our dreams

To make it through

I need some news

Both truthful and sublime

So I spend my evenings with

The New York Times

Cooking and sports may cost you extra

That's the pits

How many idiot consultants were hired to recommend this

I skip the Sunday crossword

I don't like to fail

But I appreciate

The few that can prevail

My grandpa was a Walter Cronkite man

There ain't no one like him

Left in TV Land

I've sampled news

From Twitter, TikTok, even Fox online

But if I want real reporting

Fact-checked good reporting

I'll spend my evenings with

The New York Times

I love my evenings with

The New York Times