Twenty Oh Eight ( Flacco’s Lament )

Ahem…

To the tune of Yeasayer’s 2080, I bring you, Twenty Oh Eight ( Flacco’s Lament )

I can’t sleep when I think about the league I’m playin’ in
I can’t sleep when I think about the offense I was thrown into
Defenders juiced up like Lou Ferrigno
With no Jon Ogden, what the hell’m I gonna do?

( chorus! )

It’s a new team, thank god for Jim Beam
Maybe six wins? So embarrassin’
In twenty – oh – eight, we won’t be that great
So don’t bet the house, never bet the house…
It’s a new year, Favre’s no longer here
Packers still win, o’er Vikings
And E. King shines bright, covers Jaguars all night
(mumbling) One McDonogh man ain’t enough…

If you need me, I’ll be watching film with Cagey Cam
Hapless Fins, Broncs win, check scores on Monday morning
Folks, it ain’t alright, but its alright, yeah its alright, yeah its alright
( alright )
Cause in no tiiiime, John’ll be gone, and I guess I’ll still be playin’ here…

It’s a new team, thank god for Jim Beam
Maybe six wins? So embarrassin’
In twenty – oh- eight, we won’t be that great
so don’t bet the house, never bet the house
It’s a new year, Peyton’s knee shed a tear
Unlike Falcons, Colts still win
And if my gut’s right, Seahawks win outright
( mumbling ) I like Baumer to win Pick ‘Em

( sing-long! )

Yeah, yeah! We would all jump at the chance to be S-D Chargers
Yeah! I could have 21’s back and be boys when he carries us always
And the pain that Martz felt being fired will be used to fuel their offense
I can’t pick us to win in week one, no Ed Reed, no chance ‘gainst those convicts!

x2

( chorus! )

( sing-along outro…)