Since I can't stand all of the TFW talk this week, I decided to reword the lyrics to their stupid fight song. Don't worry, I won't watch Saturday's game, just as I've missed all of this season's games. Sure, I'm a little bitter that the Giants didn't move on, but my hatred wouldn't be so bad if news about the TFW wasn't always overblown.
Bail on the Deadskins!
Fail Victory!
Cowards on the Warpath!
Bite one for old D.C.!
Trip or fall we never score -- we're such a snore!
Cheat 'em, can't beat 'em,
Hey fans! -- we've got sores!
Plight on, trite on 'Til Sonny J is done
Bastards of Wash-ing-ton. Shut your jaw!
Bail on the Deadskins!
Fail Victory!
Cowards on the Warpath!
Bite one for old D.C.!
I'd like to channel the play of Gus Frerotte into Mark Brunnell.
The updated original sad song:
Hail to the Redskins!
Hail Victory!
Braves on the Warpath!
Fight for old D.C.!
Run or pass and score -- we want a lot more!
Beat 'em, Swamp 'em,
Touchdown! -- Let the points soar!
Fight on, fight on 'Til you have won
Sons of Wash-ing-ton. Rah!, Rah!, Rah!
Hail to the Redskins!
Hail Victory!
Braves on the Warpath!
Fight for old D.C.
1 comment:
yea you could say you're just a little bitter... my sister in law who is like a real sister to me is a giants fan. thank god she's doesn't sing this too! good luck next year.
and not to rub it in.....
GO SKINS!
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