Well they cursed all the FIPS and the Mudducks,
And they cursed their road clogging automobiles,
Said this is no place for hombres like them men,
City folk of of asphalt and steel.
Then they looked off to a place in the distance,
At something only they could see,
They’d think hard about old days,
When that green mecca was more than a field.
And they go hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
Now Bart Starr is gone,
And Hornung is gone
Reggie White is gone
Yeah Brett Favre is gone,
Now Woodson is gone,
Ray Nitcshke is gone
Lombardi is gone,
Even Aaron Rodgers is gone.
One morning they searched their souls and,
Hope disappeared without even a word,
But that night as the moon crossed the skyline,
One last whistling pass was heard.
And he’d go, hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoodi hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
hoo yip hoo yip hoo
hoo di hoo di yip hoo di yip hoo
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