To the tune of Don McLean's "American Pie"
Seems a long long time ago
I can still remember Sehorn whiffing,
Steve Smith scoring, then I cried
And I knew we blew our chance
To make it back to the big dance
We barely even salvaged all our pride
Then February made us shiver
As Vinitiari again delivered
More hate for Belichick
And refs who don't call hand checks
I can't remember if I cried when I read about
Tom Brady's ride
But it always crushes me inside
The day, a season dies
But my, my how the time it did fly
Training camp's around the corner
Soon the balls they will fly
Mike Martz's still coach
and now Bulger's the guy
Soon the Rams will give it one more try
The Rams they soon will give it one more try
Did Kurt read the book too much?
And were the coaches out of touch?
Did the Bible make him throw?
Or did injuries just take their toll
Will New York give a starting roll
And can Eli be coaxed to take it real slow?
Well I know that some of us miss him
But its time for Marc to sink or swim
Try to fill some big shoes
Its his job to win or lose
Then one night Leonard ran out of luck
He should not have taken those keys to his truck
Saw the red lights flash and screamed "Oh f---k!!!"
And now, he'll again be tried
We all are singing...
My my, how the time it did fly
Can we get through this long offseason
Soon the balls they will fly
Martz still is here
and Marshall's still the guy
Soon the Blue and Gold will be ready to try
The Rams soon will be ready to try
Helter skelter in a draft day swelter
Steve Jackson fell to St. Louis' shelter
He's the guy to give us mass
And Hargrove in round three had class
he's here to help us rush the pass
With Jeff Smoker, on the sideline, without grass
Now the Chiller's Dad's named Ram so we assume
He'll fit right in, and Shivers too
When they all get the chance
To help us get to the big dance
Can't wait for them to all finally take the field
And fight for jobs, they just can't yield
In the season, all will be revealed
We hope, they picked, good guys
[chorus]
We love the team in Gold and Blue
the old players and young ones too
We look forward to the day
When we can cheer for a champ once more
The NFL's best team that we adore
"We're number 1" are the words that we will say
They are the greatest of all teams
We can't wait to see Mad Mike's new schemes
Marc Bulger the soft spoken
Faulk and records to be broken
And the pleyers we admire the most
Bruce, Aeneas, even DeJuan Groce
In the Gateway City, give them a toast
Time for, the Rams, to fly
[Chorus]
Seems a long long time ago
I can still remember Sehorn whiffing,
Steve Smith scoring, then I cried
And I knew we blew our chance
To make it back to the big dance
We barely even salvaged all our pride
Then February made us shiver
As Vinitiari again delivered
More hate for Belichick
And refs who don't call hand checks
I can't remember if I cried when I read about
Tom Brady's ride
But it always crushes me inside
The day, a season dies
But my, my how the time it did fly
Training camp's around the corner
Soon the balls they will fly
Mike Martz's still coach
and now Bulger's the guy
Soon the Rams will give it one more try
The Rams they soon will give it one more try
Did Kurt read the book too much?
And were the coaches out of touch?
Did the Bible make him throw?
Or did injuries just take their toll
Will New York give a starting roll
And can Eli be coaxed to take it real slow?
Well I know that some of us miss him
But its time for Marc to sink or swim
Try to fill some big shoes
Its his job to win or lose
Then one night Leonard ran out of luck
He should not have taken those keys to his truck
Saw the red lights flash and screamed "Oh f---k!!!"
And now, he'll again be tried
We all are singing...
My my, how the time it did fly
Can we get through this long offseason
Soon the balls they will fly
Martz still is here
and Marshall's still the guy
Soon the Blue and Gold will be ready to try
The Rams soon will be ready to try
Helter skelter in a draft day swelter
Steve Jackson fell to St. Louis' shelter
He's the guy to give us mass
And Hargrove in round three had class
he's here to help us rush the pass
With Jeff Smoker, on the sideline, without grass
Now the Chiller's Dad's named Ram so we assume
He'll fit right in, and Shivers too
When they all get the chance
To help us get to the big dance
Can't wait for them to all finally take the field
And fight for jobs, they just can't yield
In the season, all will be revealed
We hope, they picked, good guys
[chorus]
We love the team in Gold and Blue
the old players and young ones too
We look forward to the day
When we can cheer for a champ once more
The NFL's best team that we adore
"We're number 1" are the words that we will say
They are the greatest of all teams
We can't wait to see Mad Mike's new schemes
Marc Bulger the soft spoken
Faulk and records to be broken
And the pleyers we admire the most
Bruce, Aeneas, even DeJuan Groce
In the Gateway City, give them a toast
Time for, the Rams, to fly
[Chorus]
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