Chaddington, Chaddington
Six foot three and he doesn't run
New England beware, New England beware
He's coming
He's coming
He's coming
Let me break it on down, he is twice the Brown
That means twice as good as Charlie Frye,
that f*cking clown.
On his shoes made by Nike he controls the field
No offensive line, just a plasma shield
Here comes Chad, stepping tall
Doesn't take no guff, throws a perfect ball
Steals people's cash, smokes McGrath's hash
He's coming
He's coming
He's coming
Chaddington, Chaddington
Six foot one, isn't f*cking a nun
Brown haired millionaire
He's coming
He's coming
He's coming
Take me to court if I stop short
But he'd beat Bo Jackson in any sport
Got a 'strap for his 'strap, and a plane for a car
He'll fly to Qatar
He'll fly to Qatar
He'll save the children but not Tom Brady's children
He'll save the children but not Tom Brady's children
He'll save the children but not Tom Brady's children
He'll save the children but not Tom Brady's children
He has a wallet full of nineties, f*cks the shit out of sheep
Threw a hail mary to Denmark and he wins in his sleep
He makes love like McNabb falling out of the sky
Killed Vinny in a duel and he never said why
Chaddington, Chaddington
Eighty leagues deep, made of cold fusion
New England beware, New Zealand beware
He's coming
He's coming
He's coming
Did I mention his seventeen touchdowns?
Well he threw more touchdowns than picks.
If you include the preseason he threw even fewer total picks.
Dude I heard that motherf*cker had, like, negative twenty-some goddamn picks.
He once held the hand of Bridget Moynihan in a jar of acid at the AFC East mixer.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
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2 comments:
(standing ovation)
Nicely done.
I'm in tears.
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