SLIP, SLAP, SLOP oy vey
SLIP, SLAP, SLOP ov vey-ee-yay
All hope we're nearer to our destination
But still, we're SLIP, SLAP, SLOP oy-vey

I know a head coach
Came to the Gateway town
Some had confidence in him
Others thought him the clown
He couldn't decide
Who'd call the plays
And with a sub-500 record
Greatly numbered are his days

SLIP, SLAP, SLOP oy vey
SLIP, SLAP, SLOP ov vey-ee-yay
All hope we're nearer to our destination
But still, we're SLIP, SLAP, SLOP oy-vey

Entering this season
He still causes strife
And I think that he is fighting
for his coaching life
Some hope he will stay
Think he has a great brain
Others see him as an honorable franchise's
most recent stain

SLIP, SLAP, SLOP oy vey
SLIP, SLAP, SLOP ov vey-ee-yay
All hope we're nearer to our destination
But still, we're SLIP, SLAP, SLOP oy-vey


(With apologies to Paul Simon)