It’s Sunday, I’ve been clicking for five long weeks,
I sure hope this secret has been worthy to keep.
Maturi and Bruininks and Mona and Dungy,
Have left me desperate, for info I’m Hungry,
It’s Peterson, no Harbough, no Edsall, no Kill,
If I don’t hear damned soon just maybe I will.
Calhoun, maybe Horton, or Matzahn or Leach,
All would maybe be good, but the last one’s a Peach.
We’ve looked up the FAA schedule. It’s blocked.
We’re not even surprised and surely not shocked.
We think they’ve flow off to pick up our Guy,
The plane is now gone and it’s up in the sky.
It’s now headed home to the beautiful Twin Cities,
Yet we suspect maybe someone’s just tweaking our titties.
Cuz nothing’s snuck out, there’ve been no leaks,
Now one in the know twitters and nobody speaks.
The team doesn’t know, at least they’re not telling,
My head might explode at I know that it’s swelling.
Evern crazy old Sid, Horton and Phat Pat the wit,
Have given us nothing, but recycled bull sh*t.
A bunch of ex-ballers have formed a protesting group,
They’re mostly PO’d cause they’re out of the loop.
But it’s us fan’s who are sitting here nuts in the lurch,
It’s was the only thought in my mind this morning in church.
Maturi we’ve questioned your ability and style,
This last decision you make please make it worth while.
I sure hope this secret has been worthy to keep.
Maturi and Bruininks and Mona and Dungy,
Have left me desperate, for info I’m Hungry,
It’s Peterson, no Harbough, no Edsall, no Kill,
If I don’t hear damned soon just maybe I will.
Calhoun, maybe Horton, or Matzahn or Leach,
All would maybe be good, but the last one’s a Peach.
We’ve looked up the FAA schedule. It’s blocked.
We’re not even surprised and surely not shocked.
We think they’ve flow off to pick up our Guy,
The plane is now gone and it’s up in the sky.
It’s now headed home to the beautiful Twin Cities,
Yet we suspect maybe someone’s just tweaking our titties.
Cuz nothing’s snuck out, there’ve been no leaks,
Now one in the know twitters and nobody speaks.
The team doesn’t know, at least they’re not telling,
My head might explode at I know that it’s swelling.
Evern crazy old Sid, Horton and Phat Pat the wit,
Have given us nothing, but recycled bull sh*t.
A bunch of ex-ballers have formed a protesting group,
They’re mostly PO’d cause they’re out of the loop.
But it’s us fan’s who are sitting here nuts in the lurch,
It’s was the only thought in my mind this morning in church.
Maturi we’ve questioned your ability and style,
This last decision you make please make it worth while.
