Lousy ratings got me canned once, but that all fell back on the ol' codger runnin' the place n' not me, 'cuz what the hell did he expect from a still wet-behind-the-ears, Stetson-wearin', greenhorn hayseed (with a deep, Southern-twanged accent, no less) startin' his broadcastin' career by crackin' the mic on a Beautiful Music station?
God rest that ol' nameless station owner's soul.