As arrant as they get
He stares down his man
Off target - of course
The man ran fast as he can
[Hut! Hut!]
With a look so somber
Dazed and confused without care
One look at this man
As a fan, you're left in despair
[Hut! Hut!]
Hit after hit, sack after sack
He acts without warning
There's no turning back
[Hut! Hut!]
How he's a starter
Dude is just about average
He's kept me wondering for years
Like my name was Fred Savage
[Omaha! Omaha!]
First and goal or the red zone don't matter
It's leaving his hand
Soon as he hears pitter patter
[Hut! Hut!]
Regardless of the coverage
He'll try and fit in between
Like a fat chick at a buffet
Who just stepped on the scene
[Blue Thirty Two! Blue Thirty Two!]
Pick six for the win
For the other team is the case
Your team just acquired him
So get used to the taste
[Hut! Hut!]
Of defeat lead by he
Whom could care less 'bout the game
Lacking passion or heart
To the viewers - it's all the same
[Red Rover! Red Rover!]
He gets most of the blame
When he's good, some of the fame
Some analysts question
Why he even plays the game
[Option! Option!]
If you're an opponent, you can expect
To get served from the butler
You'll get bad passes gallore
From none other than Cutler
[Hike!]
Interception.