As an iggles fan I know I'm kicking myself in the nuts here but it's funny so here goes:
Twas the week before Thanksgiving, and all through South Philly
We thought.....they did it again, they made us look silly.
The fans all come out, black and green in there hair,
In hopes that Big Red will soon get us there there.
They all dreamed of Super Bowls while snug in their beds,
While visions of parades danced in their heads.
While Jeff in his ?jersey, and I in my fleet,
We closed our eyes thinking, there's no way to be beat.
Then Sunday came and what a disgrace ,
What happened to Donnie, they wiped that grin off his face.
Away to the bathroom, it wasn't our plan
We just couldn't help it and threw up in the can.
The game you see, we just didn't know
Gave us all the idea, of how much we blow.
And what in my sickening eyes did appear
A big jolly fat guy, there's no need to fear.
With an ass that's so huge and a team team that's so dead
I knew in a moment it must be Big Red.
This wasn't our eagles, this team was too lame,
But he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Donnie! now, B- West! now, Dawk and Mc Coy!
On, Trott! On, lito! Hey Jeff's now our boy!
Once top of division, we sat above all,
In an instant we sat and watched our team fall.
And plays that before, made our Eagles fly,
We sat and got drunk and waved them good-bye
And out on the Walt the people would drive,
Stepping out of their cars to get ready to dive.
And then, in the speakers, I heard such a spoof
In was coming Garcia that f4ggot that goof.
All hells broken loose on the filed at the Linc,
It's this kind of xxxx that drives us to drink.
He was dressed in nice tights, his feet seemed to lighten
And continued the trend, getting killed by the Titans
One play then another he was flung on his back,
He cried to the line, I don't want no more sacks
He pleaded and pleaded, I can complete a pass
If you blocked for a second, get their foot out your 4ss.
It just didn't matter the team was quite spent,
And we in the stands, all knew what this meant.
Halfway through the season and no hope in site,
Now the xxxxing Colts next Sunday Night??
Then come the Panthers a week after that,
Don't worry bout' Andy, he'll keep getting fat!
He is chubby and plump, a right jolly old man
Who comes into each game with no friggin plan!
He stand on the sidelines, clueless as can be,
Gets out coached every game, hey Lurie can't you see.
This man that you hired, what...9 years ago now,
Just can't get it done, I think he should bow.
We all know injuries play a part in this game,
But there's no f'en way this team should be lame!
So to all Eagle fans 5 and 5 we do sit,
I'm not sure how much more I can take of this xxxx.
But next game we'll come, and we'll cheer and we'll cheer
Cause we all know in Philly, THERE'S ALWAYS NEXT YEAR!!!
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