Somewhere in Buffalo
A custodian goes unsung
Slipping home quietly after saving the Bills from being undone
He kept at his work
as the Bills prospects waxed colder
And his continual efforts found him Greg Roman's old folder
Relentless and silent
He breached Daboll's high perch
And slipped his new prize within reach of that jerk
And lo and behold
We saw traps and men pulling
As the Bills waning prospects were asudden returning
So drain a glass for that man
and his yeoman-like work
For aside from his efforts we'd be tearing our shirts