NEW YORK, NY – “The NFL’s inside your head,” she said to me. The postseason’s easy if you take it logically. I’d like to help you with your struggle just to see. There must be 50 Ways To Leave The Playoffs.
She said pro football is really not my thing
Furthermore, I do not care who wins a stupid ring
But I’ll repeat myself, and hope this doesn’t sting
There must be, 50 Ways to leave the playoffs
50 Ways to leave the playoffs…
- Just give the ball back Pack
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Hand Dallas the lead, Reid
You don’t need to be great, Nate
Just miss a few kicks
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Play a little flat, Pats
It’s okay to be doormats
Let the Jets run, son
And soon you’ll be done
Ooo, kick like a Jane, Shane
Fall on your backo, Flacco
You don’t need to get hurt, Kurt
Just take a quick knee
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Fumble the ball, Tony
It’s better than paying Simpson alimony
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Act like dolts, Bolts
And you won’t play the Colts
She said why don’t we just sleep on it tonight
And in the morning you’ll see which teams really, really bite
It doesn’t matter that Mike Francesa’s never right
There must be, 50 ways to leave the playoffs
50 ways to leave the playoffs…
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Give Bush some yards, Cards
Drop another toss, Moss
You don’t need to be sad, Chad
Just Twitter with glee
Have a Gatorade, Wade
While your Boys get waylaid
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Just let it be, LT
And prepare to be free (agent that is)
Look really silly, Philly
Keep being chintzy, Cincy
You don’t need to be merry, Jerry
Just go back to Big D
Don’t worry about a paradey, Brady
Have fun with your lady
Just talk a little smack, Pack
You ain’t coming back
See you all next week for a few bars of “Me and Julio Franco Down by the Schoolyard.”
