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Twas the night before the fins game and all through our house,
not a player was stirring, before Mularkey's timeouts.
Microphones we're hung, just below Saban's chair,
Taping him talking about play or two there.
Joey's all nestled, at the hyatt downtown,
Knowing what's coming, he'll be laid down.
A towel on his head, blood on his brow,
nightmares are coming, angelo and how.
Out on the field arose such a clatter,
Who just hit me as Joey's blood did splatter.
Away on the stretcher, they'll take him with care,
soon our next victim, will soon be in there.
A small tractor did pull Joey away,
Until next time, whoever they play.
not a player was stirring, before Mularkey's timeouts.
Microphones we're hung, just below Saban's chair,
Taping him talking about play or two there.
Joey's all nestled, at the hyatt downtown,
Knowing what's coming, he'll be laid down.
A towel on his head, blood on his brow,
nightmares are coming, angelo and how.
Out on the field arose such a clatter,
Who just hit me as Joey's blood did splatter.
Away on the stretcher, they'll take him with care,
soon our next victim, will soon be in there.
A small tractor did pull Joey away,
Until next time, whoever they play.
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