_BiB_ Posted October 5, 2004 Author Share Posted October 5, 2004 (Gilligans Island) Well sit right here and you’ll hear a tale A tale of a fugged up trip That started with Tom Donaho And his drafting of some crips The OC was a clueless dolt The Coach at best unsure The Williams and the Gilbride days Made game days pretty poor Game days pretty poor. The seasons started getting tough The coaching staff got tossed If not for a punter with a golden foot Excitement would be lost Excitement would be lost Now here we sit all stranded on some fugged up stadium aisle with Mikey M… And Bledsoe too… The offense And their whines The buffet star And the rest Are fugged at One Bills Drive Well…I’m about out of gas. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Beerball Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 Who the hell is BiB? 57811[/snapback] That's it? Who the hell is BiB? I open this thread specifically because I see that you are the last poster and this is what I get? Keyrist! You got a pass on Ellen, but now this? I feel like I don't even know you any more. Who is POOJER? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
_BiB_ Posted October 5, 2004 Author Share Posted October 5, 2004 Who the hell is BiB? 57811[/snapback] Come on Pooj-I know YOU can come up with one. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gavin in Va Beach Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 Gloomy Times. Any time you need a Touchdown. Gloomy Times. Any time you need a defensive sack. Gloomy Times. Any time you're behind by twenty. Not getting first downs, oline are assclowns. Henry barely stays up on his two feet, Missing a blitz pick-up when he can. QB cant even hand the ball off. Gloomy Times. Never see the playoffs. Gloomy Times. Poor drafting and TD's job still surviving. Gloomy Times. Weak ass swinging wide defensive line Gloomy Times. Ain't we lucky we got 'em Gloomy Times. /got nuthin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Indy Dave Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 To the tune of Fight For Your Right (To Party) You yell for Drew to move, but he's just too slow And while lying on his back he can't make a throw. The line can't block, backs can't pick up the blitz Josh Reed ain't no good, and the tight ends are the pits. Watching this team...makes me drink....BA-CARDI. Now watching this team is such a drag Instead of playbooks, our guys read porno mags My wife busts in and yells "What's that noise?!" Oh honey, it's me yelling about another loss for the boys. Watching this team...makes me drink....BA-CARDI. I'll kick you out of the Ralph if that's the uniforms you're gonna wear I wish Mr. Wilson would fire the GM with the stupid silver hair. A couple of free agents don't make up for poor drafts After each game I don't know whether to cry or laugh. Watching this team...makes me drink....BA-CARDI. (OK...I don't think I'll be in the sequel for 8 Mile, but I thought this soundtrack needed a little rap, so we could appeal to our younger audience.) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Jokeman Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 (WELCOME BACK KOTTER THEME) Another sack, The playoffs again look in doubt. Another sack, Jonas Jennings is out. The names seem to change yet Drew still has defenders all around, Three steps back and soon he'll be on the ground. Who's gonna play on the line now? (Who's gonna play on the line now?) Maybe we should try a snow plow! (Maybe we should try a snow plow) Yeah we complain a lot cause it's a real weak spot, another sack, Another sack, another sack, another sack. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BillsWest Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 First verse: Twinkle Twinkle little star Fumble Fumble little ball, How I wonder about that call. Up behind the porous line, Like a statue with no time. Bumble Bumble our qb, There go the Pats, another TD. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erynthered Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 Beatles's - Yesterday Yesterday, all my Bill's troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they’re here to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday. Suddenly, We're not half the team we used to be, There’s a linebacker hanging over me. Oh, yesterday came suddenly. Why Kelly had to go I don’t know he woldn’t say. I said dont go now, now I long for yesterday. Yesterday, football was such an easy game to play. Now I need a place to hide away. Oh, I believe in yesterday. Mm mm mm mm mm. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
_BiB_ Posted October 5, 2004 Author Share Posted October 5, 2004 (Let it Be) (More Beatles-Great mind think alike Eryn) When you find a safety, In your pass route Going straight for Bledsoes knees Don’t bother trying blocking, Let him be I’ve just broke of my post route And the ball is coming straight for me I’m not gonna catch it, Let it be Let it be, let it be… Let it be, let it be A comedy of errors, Let it be Travis muffed the handoff, And the blitz is coming right at me Moulds is triple covered, Let it be And in my hour of darkness While they peel them all off of me Let Losman be the answer Let it be Let it be, let it be Let it be, let it be Can’t take one more concussion, let it be. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
_BiB_ Posted October 5, 2004 Author Share Posted October 5, 2004 First verse: Twinkle Twinkle little starFumble Fumble little ball, How I wonder about that call. Up behind the porous line, Like a statue with no time. Bumble Bumble our qb, There go the Pats, another TD. 57904[/snapback] That's funny. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stevestojan Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 (Gilligans Island) Well sit right here and you’ll hear a tale A tale of a fugged up trip That started with Tom Donaho And his drafting of some crips The OC was a clueless dolt The Coach at best unsure The Williams and the Gilbride days Made game days pretty poor Game days pretty poor. The seasons started getting tough The coaching staff got tossed If not for a punter with a golden foot Excitement would be lost Excitement would be lost Now here we sit all stranded on some fugged up stadium aisle with Mikey M… And Bledsoe too… The offense And their whines The buffet star And the rest Are fugged at One Bills Drive Well…I’m about out of gas. 57817[/snapback] now thats good stuff.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
_BiB_ Posted October 5, 2004 Author Share Posted October 5, 2004 now thats good stuff.. 57940[/snapback] What. The song or the part about being out of gas? I got my second wind. you're welcome to join in-just try for a tune us old guys know. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nervous Guy Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 you're welcome to join in-just try for a tune us old guys know. 57948[/snapback] what...like Buffalo Gals? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
_BiB_ Posted October 5, 2004 Author Share Posted October 5, 2004 what...like Buffalo Gals? 57954[/snapback] Won't you come out tonight... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
#89 Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 won't you win one tonight Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erynthered Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 Jack The Idiot Dunce By the Kinks Ray Davies Who's the fool with the cross-eyed stare, The turned up nose and moronic glare? Who's that simpleton standing over there? Drew, Drew the Idiot Dunce. Who's that dumb-looking freckle-faced runt? Drew, Drew the Idiot Dunce. He walks like his feet are on back to front, Drew, Drew the Idiot Dunce. When he waddles down the field he looks kind of queer, Drew, Drew the Idiot Dunce, 'Cos he's got two left feet and taxi-door ears, Drew, Drew the Idiot Dunce. And when we cry at the passes he throws, Drew just smiles 'cos he don't care. He's a fool! He's a ninny! He's a twit! He's a chump! The Idiot Dunce, the Idiot Dunce. Who is always the bottom of the class? Drew, Drew the Idiot Dunce. Who's a fool? Who's a boob? Who's a kook and an ass? Drew, Drew the Idiot Dunce. When we take examinations he never gets a pass, Drew, Drew the Idiot Dunce. And we all put him down 'cos he can't think fast, Drew, Drew the Idiot Dunce. We ridicule him and punch him around, But Drew just laughs and falls to the ground, The Idiot Dunce, the Idiot Dunce. Yeah, he's so uncoordinated. Whoa, and so disorientated, And when we have a football game You ought to see that idiot bop And his arms and his legs Seem to have minds of their own, And you don't need brains To have educated muscles and bones. Yeah, you ought to see him dance He moves like he's in a trance, And when we have a football game You ought to see that idiot pat pat pat, And he's finally proved That you don't need a high I.Q. To make your body move. Now he's created a dance that everybody's trying to do. Drew, Drew the Idiot Dunce. Do the Idiot Dunce. All right put your finger on your nose, Now cross those eyes. Put your hands on your hips, Now wriggle your backside. Yes, we got you dancing To the Idiot Drew From your head to the tips of your toes. Now the whole world's doing it and everybody knows, Drew, Drew the Idiot Dunce. He's a real cool cat and a real gone groove, Jack, Jack the Idiot Dunce. And thefans go crazy when he starts to move, Drew the Idiot Dunce Now Drew a success he's got nothing to prove, pat pat pat pat Even though Drew is dim His mother is so proud of him. Hey, who's that groovy looking dude Dancing with all the chicks? The Idiot Dunce, the Idiot Dunce. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RunTheBall Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 Brady Bunch Here's the story, of a GM named Tommy Who was screwing up three drafts in a row All his picks had a high motor, but they lacked brain cells So we signed Schoebel with lots of dough Here's the story, of a guy named Ralphie Who's foot was nearly halfway in the grave All he wanted was a trophy for his city Before his team moved away... Then the one day when the GM saw a statue And said "That's the next leader of our team" So he put him with a line that can't block Grandma And watched Drew's clock get cleaned.. The Bills just suck! They really suck! We're oh and three and our team just really sucks! RunTheBall Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mead107 Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 wow ! this is fannnnntasticccccccc Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
erynthered Posted October 5, 2004 Share Posted October 5, 2004 wow ! this is fannnnntasticccccccc 57993[/snapback] um, um, Thank you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
_BiB_ Posted October 5, 2004 Author Share Posted October 5, 2004 (Movin on up-from the Jeffersons) Well we're movin on up, To the goal line. To a try at six we ain’t done that before. Movin on up To the goal line. We finally got to knock at the door. 1st and one is a fumble; 2 and 9 is a hold. 3-19 is a pass play Shidt, this is gettin’ old Williams whiffs on the pass rush Teagues flat on his ass. Drew steps back, Drew goes down We’re out of Lindell’s range... Well we're movin on up, To the 40. We’re gonna punt the football far aside. Here’s the runback Oh not again-no. It’s 90 yards and six, I’m gonna die! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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