Troubadours, II

Hey, fuck you everybody! This one's for Chumley and the Wendigos, poised to fall in dramatic, humiliating fashion, sung to the tune of Mel Tillis's great "Mental Revenge," performed here by Waylon. Here's to everyone else having 0-0 ties! GO BRONCOS! GO TROUBADOURS!

If ya wanna back up all your cannibal talk
Then here's a little meat in your face.
Don't think that because my man Brady is gone
Your team can keep up my pace.

I know you want to kiss me
But you can't, you smell like booze
Put your pants back on; all your dignity's gone
The Wendigos are going to lose.

And I will have two, two, two...two straight wins.
And I will have two, two, two...two straight wins.

[I especially like those last couple of lines. By the way, Matter's finally contacted me, so his pussy ass should field his team this week. Until next time, fuck everybody but me!]