Who Dat Say Dey Gonna Beat Dem Saints?

There's something going on down in Louisiana,
Where the Saints are marching straight ahead,
To the Super Bowl, New Orleans is a coming,
Time to take that bag off of your head,

They survived Katrina, they survived the day,
When Mike Ditka traded their whole draft away,
They survived the times when they were called the Aints,
To say who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints,

They had a Manning playing quarterback,
Before having Manning was so cool,
And they had Joe Horn talking on his cell,
Breaking every celebration rule,

They survived Katrina, they survived the day,
When Mike Ditka traded their whole draft away,
They survived the times when they were called the Aints,
To say who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints,

When the Saints come marching into New Orleans,
With Lombardi's trophy on parade,
It'll be a time for early Mardi Gras,
Cause of how Drew Brees and Reggie played,

They survived Katrina, they survived the day,
When Mike Ditka traded their whole draft away,
They survived the times when they were called the Aints,
To say who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints,
Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?

I Bleed Blue

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I remember sitting up late when I was a boy,
Listening to Cawood with my dad,
I remember picturing the game inside the radio,
We wanted the Cats to win so bad,
I remember sitting up late excited half the night,
After a big Kentucky win,
And I remember fighting back tears when we lost,
I still do every now and then,

I Bleed Blue, through and through,
I was born and raised a Wildcat,
It's all I ever knew,
I Bleed Blue, through and through,
I love my old Kentucky home,
Let me tell you what I do,
I Bleed Blue,

I've heard about the legend of the Baron Adolph Rupp,
How he won 4 NCAAs,
I've heard about the Fab Five and the story of Rupp's Runts,
And all the great players of those days,
I recall the title that was won by Joe B. Hall,
When the Goose dropped 41 on Duke,
I can't forget the Unforgettables,
And how my heart broke in '92,

I Bleed Blue, through and through,
I was born and raised a Wildcat,
It's all I ever knew,
I Bleed Blue, through and through,
I love my old Kentucky home,
Let me tell you what I do,
I Bleed Blue,

I recall the comeback from 31 down at LSU,
It seemed like we couldn't miss,
I remember when Pitino led us back to the promised land,
To dominate in '96,
I recall the title that we won in '98,
In Tubby Smith's first year,
If you ever doubt that these Wildcat fans are great,
Listen to that "Go Big Blue" cheer,

I Bleed Blue, through and through,
I was born and raised a Wildcat,
It's all I ever knew,
I Bleed Blue, through and through,
I love my old Kentucky home,
Let me tell you what I do,
I Bleed Blue

They Fought the Wall and the Wall Won

Special thanks to billyciam for the great idea!

Look at Roy Williams in Carolina blue,
He fought the Wall and the Wall won,
He fought the Wall and the Wall won,

What about U Conn and Calhoun too,
They fought the Wall and the Wall won,
They fought the Wall and the Wall won,

With Calipari, Cousins, and Bledsoe too,
Orton and Patterson,
For every team that faces Kentucky blue, we'll say
They fought the Wall and the Wall won,
They fought the Wall and the Wall won,

Well, Indiana's Hoosiers and poor Tom Crean,
He fought the Wall and the Wall won,
He fought the Wall and the Wall won,

And he's the best player that Pitino's seen,
He fought the Wall and the Wall won,
He fought the Wall and the Wall won,

With Calipari, Cousins, and Bledsoe too,
Orton and Patterson,
For every team that faces Kentucky blue, we'll say
They fought the Wall and the Wall won,
They fought the Wall and the Wall won,

For every team that's playing in the SEC, we'll say
They fought the Wall and the Wall won,
They fought the Wall and the Wall won,

After every single big blue victory, we'll say
They fought the Wall and the Wall won,
They fought the Wall and the Wall won,

With Calipari, Cousins, and Bledsoe too,
Orton and Patterson,
For every team that faces Kentucky blue, we'll say
They fought the Wall and the Wall won,
They fought the Wall and the Wall won

We Love Our Cousins In Kentucky

You say we love our cousins in Kentucky,
And for once I think I just might agree,
But it's not what you think,
I don't see there is a link,
To DeMarcus on my crazy family tree,

We love our Cousins in Kentucky,
We consider ourselves lucky,
To love Calipari, Wall, and Bledsoe, too,
We love Patterson and Orton,
All the others are important,
And I'm saying that the stereotype's true,
We love our Cousins in Kentucky,
As long as they wear blue,

You say we love our cousins in Kentucky,
And you say that it's illegal in your state,
But if it's this good loving Cousins,
Then I want 'em by the dozens,
Cause our Wildcats would consistently be great,

We love our Cousins in Kentucky,
We consider ourselves lucky,
To love Calipari, Wall, and Bledsoe, too,
We love Patterson and Orton,
All the others are important,
And I'm saying that the stereotype's true,
We love our Cousins in Kentucky,
As long as they wear blue,
We love our Cousins in Kentucky,
As long as they wear blue

Jerry, George, and Kramer Against Woody, Cliff, and Norm

The Yankees got the best of the Babe Ruth trade,
And it lasted for 86 years,
But the Red Sox finally have repaid,
New York for some of those tears,
But the famous curse caused lots of hurt,
Cause all I used to hear,
Was the fans lament Bucky freaking Dent,
As they guzzled their Sam Adams beer,

It's a rivalry that runs deeper,
Than a simple sports debate,
It's only a distance of 200 miles,
That separates the hate,
It's several generations,
That kept it true to form,
It pits Jerry, George, and Kramer,
Against Woody, Cliff, and Norm,

The Celtics tradition and history,
Is a source of Bostonian pride,
While the Big Apple brings up Bill Buckner,
As a way to hurt Boston inside,
It can make a young man feel older,
And it can make an old man feel young,
Like it made a young Pedro lay out old Don Zimmer,
Thinking the old man had swung,

It's a rivalry that runs deeper,
Than a simple sports debate,
It's only a distance of 200 miles,
That separates the hate,
It's several generations,
That kept it true to form,
It pits Jerry, George, and Kramer,
Against Woody, Cliff, and Norm,

The Patriots road to perfection,
Started by beating the Jets,
While the Manhattan papers referred to,
A camera New York won't forget,
As New England continued their winning,
Well, Beantown became more defiant,
And in a poetic twist fate couldn't resist,
They ended up playing the Giants,

It's a rivalry that runs deeper,
Than a simple sports debate,
It's only a distance of 200 miles,
That separates the hate,
It's several generations,
That kept it true to form,
It pits Jerry, George, and Kramer,
Against Woody, Cliff, and Norm

T Woody

First I'd like to say that the golf course was in tremendous condition. The fairways were perfect. The rough was challenging and the greens were fast. I'd also like to congratulate my opponents on a very well played tournament. Phil Mickelson was right there nipping at my tail the entire way, and even though it appeared to be an insurmountable 12 stroke lead with 18 to play, Phil just never lets you feel too comfortable out there. My heart goes out to Sergio Garcia, because I've been in that water on 16 before. Well, it was back when I was a junior golfer and maybe only 7 years old, but I'm definitely happy to get the win here today. I realize I didn't bring my A game and I still have a lot of holes in my game I need to fix, some flaws in my swing I need to correct. If I'm ever going to deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as the true greats of the game like Jack Nicklaus, Ben Hogan, and Arnold Palmer, then I really have some improvements I need to make. And to be completely honest with you...

I'm really sick and tired of this politically correct B.S. I have to spew out for you guys every press conference. Let me tell you how it really is.

It's Tiger time!

You can bet that Buick don't want you to know,
The real life Tiger and the way I roll,
You can see my game from the tee to the green,
But you don't know that I'm a party machine,
In the clubhouse down on the 19th hole,
They say Eldrick Woods is ready to go,
With the hottest wife out on the tour,
And the longest driver, that's for sure,
Man boobs Mickelson has no shot,
When he sees the driver this Tiger's got,
On the course in the day I tear him apart,
Then at night I get a shotgun start,
Or a foursome ready and waiting for me,
Yeah it feels so good standing on this tee,
Like a Tiger swinging and raring to pounce,
So I think it's time for me to announce,

You might think that I'm a golf course goody,
But I'm a golfing gangster called T Woody,
You might think that I'm a golf course goody,
But I'm a golfing gangster called T Woody,

I've got trophies, cups, green jackets galore,
Don't count them yet cause I'm winning more,
I'm the perfect player in the perfect life,
With my muscles, money, and my Swedish wife,
I've been swinging the club ever since my birth,
Now look at my sponsors to see what I'm worth,
Day or night, T Woody wins,
If we're shooting for strokes or playing for skins,
I celebrate, I like to gloat,
Like I'm on some Vikings party boat,
I turn tight lies into holes in one,
Like a magical maestro having some fun,
I chip like a butterfly, sting like a bee,
I'm the greatest thing since Muhammad Ali,
I've left the rest of the players behind,
And they all know it's Tiger time,

You might think that I'm a golf course goody,
But I'm a golfing gangster called T Woody,
You might think that I'm a golf course goody,
But I'm a golfing gangster called T Woody,

It's Tiger time. Yeah.
That's how I roll...

Pau, Phil Is Your Father

There was a man, there was a man who once played for the Knicks,
His name was Phil and he was built much like a stick,
He had some skill so just like Wilt it was hard to abstain,
For very long so here's a song about one night in Spain,

Phil went abroad on a vacation in '79,
It was a year when his career was on the decline,
He met a fine senorita who answered his call,
And it was there where he conceived Pau Gasol,

It's not like Opie is to Andy, more like Luke is to Vader,
Phil and Pau were reunited when his boy became a Laker,
Some ignore the close resemblence looking over the real story,
How a father and a son will return the Lakers glory,
So like Kobe is to Joe and like Luke is to Bill,
That's why Pau is so special to his coach/daddy Phil,
Now it's time to go Maury, here's the reason they should bother,
Cause the DNA's been tested, Pau, and Phil is your father,

There was a man, there was a man who once coached for the Bulls,
While far away he had a son developing tools,
He had the seed and it would lead him to the NBA,
Where he would stay til he'd play for his father one day,

He had the build, he had the Zen, the beard and the hair,
He had the skill thanks to Phil and his one night affair,
He came to save L.A. from their injury,
They call him Pau, but now Phil can say little P,

It's not like Opie is to Andy, more like Luke is to Vader,
Phil and Pau were reunited when his boy became a Laker,
Some ignore the close resemblence looking over the real story,
How a father and a son will return the Lakers glory,
So like Kobe is to Joe and like Luke is to Bill,
That's why Pau is so special to his coach/daddy Phil,
Now it's time to go Maury, here's the reason they should bother,
Cause the DNA's been tested, Pau, and Phil is your father...

Where Have All The White Boys Gone?

The Celtics and the Lakers are playing once again,
But Boston's kind of different cause I remember when,
They used to have a roster of players that were slow,
And dudes that couldn't jump, now I just wanna know,

Who's this bunch of players wearing Celtic green?

Where is that Larry Bird?
Where is Kevin McHale?
Has anybody heard?
Where Have All The White Boys Gone?

From Wedman, Kite, and Sichting on down to Danny Ainge,
Who would've thought in 20 years so much was gonna change?
From fundamental layups to slamming jamming dunks,
From close hugging tight shorts to loose fitting trunks,

Who's this bunch of players wearing Celtic green?

Where is that Larry Bird?
Where is Kevin McHale?
Has anybody heard?
Where Have All The White Boys Gone?

The Lakers have some white boys, I can't pronounce their names,
So maybe Boston's white boys are playing other games,
I've looked around the city to find out what they're doing,
And I think I've figured out they're all playing for the Bruins,

Who's this bunch of players wearing Celtic green?

Where is that Larry Bird?
Where is Kevin McHale?
Has anybody heard?
Where Have All The White Boys Gone?
Where Have All The White Boys Gone?
Where Have All The White Boys Gone?

Ballad of Michael Phelps (The Little Mermaid)

Look at these medals, aren't they neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the guy, the guy who has everything?

Look at my body, abs made of steel,
I show every bit NBC can reveal,
Looking at me, you would think, sure, he's got everything,

I've got medals and models a plenty,
I've got muscles and money galore,
You want magazine covers? I've got 20,
But who cares? No big deal, I want more,

I want to live where the famous live,
I want to see, want to see them smiling,
Making some waves with my, what do you call it? Oh, fame,
Every 4 years, you don't get too far,
Names are forgotten like Spitz and Sanders,
I want the people to always remember my name,
I want to see paparazzi following me in the TMZ,
I made history, but where will I be in 2010?

What would I give if fame could live out of these waters?
And if I got paid to spend every day just walking around,
Then you couldn't laugh if I ever have to do Sea World tricks with otters,
Just for money, it's not funny, when I retire,

I'm ready to live like a Hollywood star,
I want to be famous just for being famous,
Like Paris and Lindsay and Britney, what's her name, Spears,

I don't want to get sick while I'm doing a trick,
Holding my breath way down underwater,
Like David Blaine as I'm trying to hold onto my fame,

I want to see paparazzi following me in the TMZ,
I made history, but where will I be in 2010?
I made history, but where will I be in 2010?