A long, long time ago
I can still remember how
My dad would talk of Namath with a smile
And I knew if we had the chance
We could go to the big dance
And maybe I'd be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every win the Pats delivered
Bad news watching party,
They got another Lombardi
Well I can't remember if I cried
When Brady hoisted number 5
But something touched me deep inside
The day delusion died
So bye, bye, misshapen JETE guy
All my JETE life, drove to Met Life,
To drive back with a sigh
And those goddam Pats Fans know
It must be a lie
When I say "This'll be the year when we try,
This'll be the year when we try"
Did you read the record books
Written by a guy we took
With pick number 199?
And did you scream for Pennington,
Can noodle arm save Team Can't Be Done,
If Mel Kiper says he's fine?
Well we know you were in love with him,
But Brady pwned him, don't be dim
You never could out-do us,
Hell, think about Mo Lewis!
You're a lonely green bean whining ****
In the swamps of Jersey, where Bruce's car's still stuck,
But you knew that the JETE sucked
The day delusion died.
So bye, bye, misshapen JETE guy
All your JETE life, drove to Met Life,
To drive back with a sigh
And us Pats Fans know
that it must be a lie
When you say "This'll be the year when we try,
This'll be the year when we try"
Herm Edward's years were same old same,
"Hello, you play to win the game..."
But you never won enough
When the GOAT gave goosebumps to John Madden,
And JETE fans watched, ashamed and saddened,
Sorry dude that must be tough.
And while the king first reached the heights,
The JESTers cried throughout the night,
Do you recall your hapless plight,
The day delusion died?
So bye, bye, misshapen JETE guy
All your JETE life, drove to Met Life,
To drive back with a sigh
And us Pats Fans know
that it must be a lie
When you say "This'll be the year when we try,
This'll be the year when we try"
Fester, JESTer, in the summer, pester
your wife, start fights til they arrest her.
Undefeated, but you'll fall fasssssst
Landing foul on the grass, forget about a forward pass,
With the JESTer Chad most often in a cast.
Year after year you ran on fumes
Mangenius, Favrevruh, then boom
You all got up your hopes,
You sad, pathetic dopes
You took your best shot, of course fell short
(Perhaps take up another sport?
Something on an indoor court?)
The day delusion died
So bye, bye, misshapen JETE guy
All your JETE life, drove to Met Life,
To drive back with a sigh
And us Pats Fans know
that it must be a lie
When you say "This'll be the year when we try,
This'll be the year when we try"
There Sanchize was with a butt in his face,
JETE suck frozen in time and space,
Caught between Moore and less
So come on, Hack be nimble, or maybe Fitz,
(I skipped Rex Ryan so I don't get sick;
just ate a goddam snack, I confess.)
And as I watched each years excuse,
It's just a cycle of abuse,
No son of JETE fans
Grows up into a man
And as the hopes rise high before each draft,
(They lost
that too, just to be daft,)
I swear that even JETE fans laughed
The day delusion died
So bye, bye, misshapen JETE guy
All your JETE life, drove to Met Life,
To drive back with a sigh
And us Pats Fans know
that it must be a lie
When you say "This'll be the year when we try,
This'll be the year when we try"
I met a girl all dressed in green,
and hopped up on amphetamines,
Girl JETE fans are just that way
I drove to Exit 16 West
Where I always dreamed we'd be the best
But the fans there say the goddam JEST can't play
And on Gang Green, the theories fly,
"We're tanking for this magic guy,"
But whichever guy you've taken,
you've always been mistaken.
And the one team I've admired least
The doormat of the AFC East,
Couldn't rise again if they were made of yeast
The day delusion died.
So bye, bye, misshapen JETE guy
All your JETE life, drove to Met Life,
To drive back with a sigh
And us Pats Fans know
that it must be a lie
When you say "This'll be the year when we try,
This'll be the year when we try"