Why The Cowboys Stink

Sometime in 2003, I had a good job on TV,
Analyzing Why the Cowboys Stink,
Then I woke up groggy on a plane, thinking I had gone insane,
Wondering what the heck was in my drink,
I was staring at a bag of bones who said his name was Jerry Jones,
But I swear it didn't look like him at all,
He said I'm glad we've got a pact, then I saw my name on a contract,
That said welcome back to coaching football,

So I scanned the roster up and down and wondered why I'd come to town,
Cause it was clear just Why the Cowboys Stink,
I called the owner on the phone, he could sense the anger in my tone,
When I said I fear this ship is going to sink,
I still recall his nervous laugh as we sat together at the draft,
And watched as Carson Palmer was picked,
He told me we've got all we need with Quincy Carter at QB,
That's when I realized that I'd been tricked,

Now games and seasons turn to years like Gatorade has turned to beers,
As I ponder reasons Why the Cowboys Stink,
All the press just wants to know what's the latest with TO,
It's enough to drive a coach to drink,
I put my trust in Drew Bledsoe but I got tired of watching throws,
Go to players on the other team,
Sometimes I wake and say Oh No, I dreamed my QB was Romo,
Then I realize that that's reality,

Now Emmitt Smith's a dancing star while Aikman looks on from afar,
Analyzing Why the Cowboys Stink,
I wish I could go back in time when Dallas had a good O-line,
Our record would be better don't you think,
So when you look at my career, don't remember my time here,
Think of New York Giant Super Bowls,
And if that memory doesn't fly, just remember I'm the guy,
Who taught Belichick everything he knows ...

Red Devil Way

Back when I was younger, every Friday night,
I was always at the stadium,
Watching all my heroes underneath the lights,
Dreaming it was me on the run,

Listening to voices on the radio,
Talking 'bout another Russell win,
Looking at a sea of maroon and gold,
Cheering on the Devils once again,

I've always loved a Friday in November,
When we gather at the field for the game,
In another season to remember,
Watching Coach McGlone teach the Red Devil Way,

I recall the season in '78,
When we hung our first state title sign,
Every generation's learned what it takes,
Blood, sweat, and tears laid on the line,

I recall the magic in 2005,
When the team became champions,
Our town was never so full of pride,
For all our brothers and our sons,

Here come the Devils, the fire and siren sound,
Showing our opponents who we are,
Here come the Devils, by air or ground,
Doing what it takes to defend the R ...