Who Dey Day

I'm up on Sunday morning at nearly 6 AM,
I'm off to see the Bengals with 60,000 friends,
Driving to Cincinnati down the AA,
There's nothing like the feeling of a Who Dey Day,

I'm thinking of some old time Hudepohl with a game of cornhole,
Played out in the parking lot,
I want to see Ocho Cinco hauling in a deep throw,
And dancing 'cause of what he caught,
I want to see Houshmandzadeh scoring a lotta,
Points on every Carson throw,
Then the Who Dey Nation starts a celebration,
Saying Go Bengals Go,

Once I'm in the Jungle and settled in my seat,
I really hope the Steelers are ready to get beat,
Every Bengal touchdown is a thing of beauty,
On a Who Dey Day when I stand and say, Rudi, Rudi, Rudi,

When the game is over, I'm walking to my van,
Saying it's a great day to be a Bengals fan,
I'll go to bed dreaming of the winning play,
And looking forward to another Who Dey Day ...