Comic relief

I was reminded of this song while reading a blog entry by an SL pontificator. I have heard it a few times; it's by a comic/singer-songwriter who appears from time to time on the Bob and Tom Show, but whose name, alas, I don't remember.

It's all about me,
It's all about me,
I've got a lot of stories to tell,
And they're all about me.
I am the guy next to you on the plane
With a big mouth and a pea-sized brain,
Talking with glee,
Excessively,
All about me.

You're trying to read,
But you won't succeed,
By the end of this flight you'll be able to write
A whole book about me.
I just bought a brand-new Lamborghini
To compensate for my small self-esteemie!
Oh yeah, me, me me me me, it's all about moi.

My friends' telephones
Are broken, that's all,
Or improperly installed—that's why they don't
Return my calls.
I've got a girl now who's perfect for me,
Because she doesn't have caller ID!
We talk about me, all about me—and the first minute is free.

You want to change lanes,
I don't even see,
Got my phone on my ear adjusting my mirror
So I can see me.
It is so strange with an ego this vast
That my head will still fit up my... hat,
Why can't you see it's just astronomy?
The world revolves around me!