Retired in California

On the AA highway, orange paint in my hair,
Warm smell of the tailgates rising up through the air,
But up ahead in the distance, I saw a frightening sight,
A maniacal smiling Mike Brown gripping his wallet so tight,
There he stood in his office saying all will be well,
And I was thinking to myself, 'Loving your Bengals is certainly hell',
Then he passed on free agents as he showed me the way,
But I heard voices from the Bengals past, I thought I heard them say,

Carson's now retired in California,
He was Bengalized, it comes as no surprise,
Carson is done and retired in California,
Promising careers, they're all ended here,

Mike is financially-twisted, he's got a Mercedes Benz,
And a county full of taxpaying fools that he calls friends,
Mikey goes down to Georgetown for some sweet summer sweat,
To make heartbreaks to remember and seasons to forget,
So I called up Dave Lapham and said, 'Is there a positive sign?',
He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen eighty nine',
Those Bengal voices are calling from far away,
So many years gone by, thought I heard them say,

Carson's now retired in California,
He was Bengalized, it comes as no surprise,
Carson is done and retired in California,
Promising careers, they're all ended here,

Retreads on the roster who've been cut once or twice,
Then Mike says 'we've even got some prisoners here just to show I am nice',
And in the family's chambers where life isn't so tough,
They count our money with their greedy hands, But they just can't get enough,
Last thing I remember, it all seemed like a dream,
I tried to do it but I couldn't stand to pull for another team,
'Relax,' said the Mike man, we are programmed to deceive,
You can retire any time you like, but you can never leave...