JeteFan isn’t big on accuracy. Namath does the right thing - despite being a rival NY icon - and acknowledges greatness. Our resident idiot makes an alcoholic joke to further embarrass himself.
How does a ******, Jet fan*, fan of a porous
Doormat, dropped at the bottom, in the forgotten slot, play the best in the division
By Providence, Rhode Island and Boston, throw up and still have zero inhibition?
This rendition
sounds like re-vision without precision:
Get a pot to piss in by working the provisions, of Roger's decisions
By having self-delusions, by '19 we played them instead of playing on television
And each Sunday while JETE** were being slaughtered in heart-breaking ways,
Off the airwaves, they struggled to keep their guards paid
Inside they were ling'ring for someone to grant them pardons
So bothered they had to beg, steal, or borrow a hard-on
Then the off-season came, and optimism reigned
When our man ignored reality drip, dripping down the drain
Drafted a tackle out of Bama, selected him on angel-dust
And he wrote his first refrain, on the epic JETE brain-trust...
*Jet fan: any fan of the New Jersey Jets
**JETE: in this usage, pronounced "Zhet tay," as in the French ballet term.