Of their style, I’m not fond
Over five years, just couldn’t
bond
So now I bid adieu
To the wanker lot of you
Here’s a middle finger ‘cross
the pond
Those Jersey nights, I can
Recall listening to 660 the Fan
Cheering for Mets teams of crap
Even the Kiner’s Korner wrap
RIP Ralph, you were the man
A missed call or 23
Just life in the ACC?
At Syracuse, the Pack got jobbed
A monumental victory robbed
Some say pull a Maryland and
flee
In the head, they’re all soft
With the vision of Magoo, I
scoff
Bipolar and passive-aggressive
Lack of leadership that’s
actually impressive
F you, I say, or how about sod
off?
Miami burned while Philbin did
sit
Ignored all manner of immature
shit
No accountability, though
So I ask you, Joe
Do the right thing and quit
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