At first this season my hopes were high 4-0 at the bye I watched the Dolphins play last week Their performance was quite meek Our defense couldn't stop the 'Skins They ran wild over the Fins In the end we came out ahead But our team looked really dead Week 2 in Jax against the Jags A team considered to play like hags Again defense, where were you? You played a lot of doo doo We could not even run the ball We couldn't rush it, not at all Tanny threw the ball a lot But long passes he ain't got Super Bowl! was the clatter Now we ask, what's the matter? Philbin, Lazor, Coyle, Ross Another Fins teams with a loss So my hopes that were once so high Make me sit here with a sigh Sadly this season will end 8 and 8 Another year that won't be great Please Don Shula, where are you? Tell us please what to do Losing to the Jags was bad Breaks my heart and makes me sad Next week the bills came to town Sadly the Fins let us down our home opener, we were really glad there's no way we could play that bad Rex Ryan is most certainly a nut Surely we could kick his butt But we all watched once that first whistle blew And right real quick we all certainly knew These were not my father's Fins At least those boys knew how to win No desire, no effort, they had no class The Bills came to town and kicked our *** Another game has come and gone Lost to the Jets, across the pond Couldn't pass, couldn't run Watched the game which was no fun Tired each week of a broken heart With the Dolphins not doing their part Tee shirts, jerseys, spent a lot of dough Now for this season I must go I turn to you Stephen Ross And ask you sir, who's the boss? You know what you have to do But if Philbin's still here, then I am through Got a Harley right outside Sundays sacrificed without a ride I will not watch another loss I will not watch it Mr Ross Goodbye Miami, see you next year Time to ride and drink some beer
