Rich Nixon
No Prior Knowledge of "Flyers"
I'd lay my head on the railroad tracks
And wait for the Double "E"
But the railroad don't run no more
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
These injuries won't let Couts be
Lord have mercy on me
Woe is me
You said you were a 2C
Yes I believe you are
Aye-aye-I thought you'd be star
So I drank up all the money
Yes, I drank up all the money
With these phonies in this HFBoards thread
Tthese friends of mine in the HFBoards thread
Couts-less-ness and frustration
Flyers came down with an acute case
When the lights came up at two
I caught a glimpse of you
And your lower body looked like somethin' Death brought with 'em in his injury report
Your pretty lower body
Looks so wasted
Another Flyers season
Devastated