They hired him to make some dough, They knew he’d make their ratings glow. He did his part, years come and go, They reaped the seeds that Imus sewed. His show comprised of talking heads, Politics, the blues and reds: His influence would grow and spread The coffers of his network fed. A year ago they turned their back And CBS would Imus sack For words within a joke he’d crack Disparaging some ladies black. But jokes like these is why they paid The I-man millions for his trade; But network suits grew quite afraid When Reverend Al launched his tirade. So Donald Imus threatened suit And CBS came up with loot To settle matters, not refute, With millions paid, the suit to mute. With CBS the worse for wear, He’ll be returning to the air; His fans return to hear his fare, Pushin’ limits as he’ll dare. The suits sat in their ivory tower Stripped by Reverend Al of power Pullin’ strings he made them cower, Now on Imus, millions shower.