Please Forgive Me by Ocho Cinco

It sure feels like our first year together,
Feels like my first catch but I've gotten better, baby,
No one can play like this,
I'm still going long, you're still throwing strong,
I hope you can forget, cause I said things I regret,
I only want a defense, why don't that make sense,
So Carson, listen to my song,

If you think I'm selfish, don't,
You're the quarterback I'll always want,
I'm nothing like a spoiled T.O.,
I just want to play in my first Super Bowl,

Please forgive me, for everything I did,
Please forgive me, for acting like a kid,
Don't ignore me when I'm open God forbid,
Please forgive me, I was wrong now I admit,
Please believe me, I'll say it once again,
Please forgive me, cause I just want to win,

I asked for a trade, and threatened to not play,
But since I'm stuck here, I want to hear the fans cheer,
With every leaping catch I'm making,
That's why I'm saying...

Please forgive me, for challenging Mike Brown,
Please forgive me, for trying to leave town,
I'd be nothing with a passer named McCown,
Please forgive me for acting like a clown,
Please believe me, I'll say it once again,
Please forgive me, cause I just want to win ...

Adios Ocho

It's time to burn up our Ocho Cinco jerseys,
Let's do it on the fifty at the field,
In a fantastic fiesta with no worries,
Now that his true character's revealed,

Let's keep egoista Johnson under contract,
And make him do the jobs nobody wants,
And when Rosenhaus convinces him to come back,
Tell him there's a spot returning punts,

Or he can dance in the end zone with a special celebration,
After every single Houshmandzadeh score,
He can sell beer and peanuts from an upper level station,
Shouting Bud Light until his throat is sore,
He can help you get your popcorn with an extra shot of butter,
As you settle in your seat to watch T.O.,
While he watches his career slipping slowly down the gutter,
As the fans say Adios Ocho,

Make him line the field before kickoff at the game,
And fine him when he doesn't show for work,
We all know how he loves to hear his own name,
So let's all together say it Ocho Jerk,

He could be dancing with the stars doing foxtrots,
And he dreamed of the football hall of fame,
But when we make him wear the mask of Bengal mascot,
The country will forget about his name,

But he can dance in the end zone with a special celebration,
After every single Houshmandzadeh score,
He can sell beer and peanuts from an upper level station,
Shouting Bud Light until his throat is sore,
He can help you get your popcorn with an extra shot of butter,
As you settle in your seat to watch T.O.,
While he watches his career slipping slowly down the gutter,
As the fans say Adios Ocho ...

The Cincinnati Fans

I've been a Bengal fan for as long as I remember,
So I'm used to the season being over in November,
I want my team to win it all sometime before I'm old,
And I still believe that one year they'll win the Super Bowl,

I was so excited back when we hired Marvin Lewis,
But he hasn't stopped the mediocre teams from running through us,
And I thought we had an offense right up there with best,
From the looks of things this year it appears that they regressed,

For Cincinnati fans it's the same old situation,
Watching optimism fading into sorrowful frustration,
The Bengals always let us down some time around the fall,
Then we turn our attention to our Reds and baseball,
But before the summer ends we're so far out of contention,
We forget about our Reds as we start again to mention,
The Bengals and the draft and our Super Bowl plans,
If anybody needs their team to win it's the Cincinnati fans,

I'm still a Reds fan cause I'm such a faithful guy,
So I'm used to their season being over by July,
I've done a little yelling and I've done a lot of bitching,
I'm a coach on my couch cause I see that we need pitching,

I was so excited back when we signed Junior Griffey,
And he might have had a chance to set the home run record if he,
Had stayed healthy long enough to play out a full season,
Can we claim a Cincinnati curse that has to be the reason,

For Cincinnati fans it's a neverending cycle,
We are searching for a savior, we are needing a revival,
So we call on Dusty Baker as the man to save our town,
Because so far Marvin Lewis has only let us down,
We spend a lot of time and we spend a lot of money,
Buying such expensive tickets that we fail to find it funny,
When we watch dejected faces exiting the stands,
If anybody needs their team to win it's the Cincinnati fans,
If anybody needs their team to win it's the Cincinnati fans ...

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 ...

Blame It On A Bengal

If your money's stolen and you want to get it back,
Say that you were strolling and violently attacked,
By some guys dressed in orange driving an Escalade,
Who beat you nearly senseless as they shouted Who Dey,
When you're at the station picking out a face,
Keep your Bengal program open just in case,
Your memory escapes you and your nerves start to tingle,
If there's any doubt at all just Blame it on a Bengal,

Blame it on a Bengal cause you will be believed,
It's like winning in the false accusation lottery,
If you can't afford a lawyer then listen to this jingle,
Cause if you want some money you can Blame it on a Bengal,

If your girlfriend leaves you for another guy,
And he smarts off to you when you angrily ask why,
Have a buddy pull a Fight Club beating on your head,
Call the cops and say it was a Bengal instead,
When the cops show up to take your story down,
Tell your friends you're gonna pass the cash around,
So the tale they tell will be solid and single,
Everyone corroborates to Blame it on a Bengal,

If you can't decide which Bengal player to accuse,
Get the roster out and let me help you choose,
Find the richest contract that pays the best,
That's the guy you want to tell them to arrest,
Then be prepared to somehow forget the whole event,
As your attorney works out a hefty settlement,
And when you drop the charges be prepared to mingle,
With the country club crowd cause you Blamed it on a Bengal ...

Ballad Of The Bengals

Deep in a darkened corner of a Paul Brown locker room,
Bill Cowher turned to Dick Lebeau and asked what can we do,
I fear this team is loaded and too good for us this time,
We've got to find a volunteer to take out number 9,
Then Kimo the old heffer stood and said, I've got a plan,
I might be slow and not so good but I'll do what I can,
The next thing we remember was his slow pathetic crawl,
A good 2 seconds after Carson Palmer threw that ball,

We say Who Dey, They say We Dey, We say no way, not again,
Cause a new day is upon us, Cincinnati's gonna win,
This year they'll be sitting in the cold Steel City snow,
Watching Bengals in the desert playing in the Super Bowl,

I can't wait to see the frightened look in Big Ben's eyes,
When Peko orders up a Roethlisberger with some fries,
He'll turn in vain looking for the Bus to bail him out,
Then Justin Smith will show him what true pain is all about,
Landon Johnson, Jumpy Geathers, and John Thornton will attack,
With Deltha, J-Jo, Dexter, and Madeiu at their back,
When he goes across the middle, one big hit will erase,
That annoying smile right off of Hines Ward's face,

Steelers cannot dance, so Chad will show them how,
While TJ shines his shoes with their not so Terrible Towel,
As Casey Hampton staggers off after he's been wrecked,
By Bobbie, Willie, Whitworth, Levi, and Ghiaciuc,
Run Rudi in the red zone cause he'll always punch it through,
And plus we get to see him flatten Polamalu too,
We'll rock the Jungle crazy like we never have before,
When Carson Palmer throws another perfect touchdown score ...

How Many Ways Can You Lose A Game?

We started out 3 and 0, I expected us to surely go,
To the Super Bowl, I told my friends, Miami's where this season ends,
Then the Patriots kicked our behinds, our O-line stunk while Corey shined,
His dancing nearly made me puke but I figured it was just a fluke,
Then we got ripped off at Tampa Bay, Mike Carey took our win away,
When he called a BS penalty on Smith for sacking Gradkowski,
Then our D somehow made Michael Vick look like Elway, it made me sick,
Ocho Cinco was unveiled but the game did not turn out so well,

How many ways can you lose a game? How many times will you cause us pain?
When the defense fails, the Os in sync, when the D does well, the offense stinks,
When both of them show up to play, special teams give the game away,
Or the referees are the ones to blame, How many ways can you lose a game?

We hit the road to Baltimore for a must win game but we let them score,
14 points just minutes in, when you fumble kickoffs, you don't win,
We thought our season turned around when the Chargers visited Paul Brown,
But all that's left to do is laugh at 42 in the 2nd half,
Then Monday night in Peyton's place, the way we played was a disgrace,
Our stars should shoulder all the blame when they come up small in a big time game,
Then we ruined Christmas for the fans in Denver when we blew our chance,
And summed up a season full of crap when we couldn't execute a snap,

Thanks to several miracles and parity in the NFL,
We still had chances to get in but the Steelers knocked us out again,

So Marvin, count the ways we've lost the games and count the times you've caused us pain,
Eliminate them one by one so next year we can have some fun,
Watching Cincinnati win, us fans will all be back again,
To cheer the Bengals just the same, How many ways can you lose a game?
How many ways can you lose a game?
Please Marvin, find a way to win the games ...

Marvin's Reindeer

You know Frostee and Odell and Steinbach the Sailor,
Reggie, Chris Henry, and how Askew was tasered,
But who could have guessed the latest Bengal arrest,

Deltha's the latest Bengal,
To get in touble with the law,
And if you throw in A.J.,
The count is up to 8 in all,

We shouldn't let these Bengals,
Out into society,
For fear they just might commit,
Another impropriety,

Then one cold December day,
Marvin came to say,
Police let our Bengals out,
Cause winning's what it's all about,

Then all the fans applauded,
As they set the Bengals free,
This season Cincinnati,
Will go down in history ...

3 Amigos

Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro

He's river danced, he's chicken danced,
We've watched him from afar,
The only dance he hasn't done is Dancing with the Stars,
But if he did, he'd surely put Springer to shame,
He'd make sure America remembered his name,

His name is Ocho Cinco, known as 85,
His game is Muy Bueno, he's the best alive,
He's one of 3 Amigos, Cincinnati knows,
They're gonna lead the Bengals to the Super Bowl,

Sometimes Ocho Cinco,
Gets all the double teams,
Any Bengal fan can tell you what that means,
It means the ball is coming to his longtime teammate,
Since their days in college at Oregon State,

His name is Ocho Cuatro, known as 84,
His name is Houshmandzadeh, he is gonna score,
He's one of 3 Amigos, Cincinnati knows,
They're gonna lead the Bengals to the Super Bowl,

If Ocho Cinco's covered,
And Ocho Cuatro falls,
Cincinnati need not worry at all,
Carson doesn't have to wonder where to go,
Cause we've got a third amigo to which he can throw,

His name is Uno Cinco, known as 15,
His name is Chris Henry, a touchdown machine,
He's one of 3 Amigos, Cincinnati knows,
They're gonna lead the Bengals to the Super Bowl,

They are the Tres Amigos, everybody knows,
They're gonna lead the Bengals to the Super Bowl ...

Bengal Bandwagon

Where were you back in '92 when Shula was our hope?
Where were you when we realized KiJana was a joke?
Where were you when we took Akili in the draft?
I was here dressed in Bengal gear when everybody laughed,

Who Dey be wearing all those Bengal jerseys now?
Who Dey be filling up the seats at Paul Brown?
For those of us who've suffered, we've earned the rights for bragging,
For all the rest, welcome aboard the Bengal Bandwagon,

Where were you when Jeff Blake was launching moon balls?
Where were you when the team made up the Carl Pickens clause?
Where were you when we drafted Big Daddy and Darnay?
I was down at the Jungle watching the Bengals play,

From Klingler to Wilhelm we've never forgot,
Remember the hope we placed in Gus Frerotte,
Be thankful for Carson, Chad, Rudi, and more,
But mostly to Marvin for restoring the roar,

Where were you when we traded Boomer to the Jets?
Where were you when Corey Dillon had a game we can't forget?
Where were you when Bruce Coslet resigned in disgust?
I was waiting for the day to say: In Marvin We Trust ...