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(12-19)
Christmas with the Browns
Season winding down
Not too many wins for us
Throwing people under the bus
Do we live in hell?
They still slam us for Manziel
Catcalls from the Steeler fans
Who think ‘yinz’ give a damn
Christmas with the Browns
Pittsburgh is the town
Where all my neighbors think they
live
Without a f*** to give
Wearing black and yellow
Everyone a jolly fellow
You’d think they never played
football
Where Lake Erie makes landfall
Christmas with the Browns
My radio turned way down
Listening to ‘The Fan’
A solitary man
Wife is stuck on Netflix
Says sports just make her sick
Grandma says all I do is yell
“Cleveland sports fans live in
hell!”
Christmas with the Browns
The Grinch coming around
My tree is trimmed with broken dreams
I’m taking baseball schemes
My dawg bones gather dust
No more in them I trust
Bring on some basketball, my friend
This season’s at an end
Christmas with the Browns
A deal is going down
Beckam may want off the team
I expected him to flee
Baker is a mess
Critics are not impressed
Freddie, good ol’country boy
Can’t hold this shiny toy
Christmas with the Browns
Cleveland is our town
I live up by Lake Erie
Not on the Allegheny
But neighbors, young and old
Brag about “six super bowls”
They think Rooney started time
In 1969
Christmas with the Browns
Points scored are trending down
The Zeitler trade looks like a bust
What’s to become of us?
The Bengals we can beat
Trash teams we can defeat
But otherwise it’s cold out here
Drinking ‘High Life’ beer
Christmas with the Browns
When does soccer come around?
No more talk of football
Orange and brown is off-the-wall
Another hard off-season
Steelers fans engage in treason
The memory of this thing
Will be Myles’ helmet swing
Christmas with the Browns
Friends sing “Send in the clowns!”
Steelers are just jagoffs
They’ll go nowhere in the playoffs
We got Chubb and Hunt
But go three-and-out, then punt
Lose to the duck-caller kid
These dawgs have stepped in s***
Christmas with the Browns
Fans sit, wearing their frowns
We’ll talk of Kosar in his prime
All through the summertime
Then when the season starts
Before they break our hearts
We’ll swing our fists and take a
pledge
Written while listening to ‘The
Bull and Fox’ on WKRK-FM, 92.3 The Fan
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