Updated --If you listen to the previous versions, history repeats itself. . . .
2012-13-Tampa Bay Version:
2017-Patriots Version:
2026:
It's twelve o'clock on a Saturday
The season ticket crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sittin' next to me
Asking if Rutgers will get another win
He says, "Son, can you say from your memory?
Who wanted Greg Schiano?
This team is sad and gets beat, and no passes complete
And watching this team blows"
Loss, loss-loss, na-da
Loss-loss, na-da, da-dumb
He's been here too long, the Schiano man
Hope he gets fired tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a victory
And Greg's not gonna get it right
Now Joe with the binder is whispering
Something in Greg's ear
And he's quick with a play, but he's on the right page
And there's some place else he should be
He says, "Dad, I believe this will work"
As he flipped to another page
"Well, I'm sure it will succeed"
But the other team scores and the fans become enraged"
Oh, Loss, Loss, Loss, Nada
Loss-loss, na-da, da-dum
Now John is an assistant something
Whose role is not clear
And he's talkin' with Matt who's not sure where he is at
And probably will should get Greg a hat
And the quarterback is practicing scrambling
And the defense gets owned
Yes, they're sharing a thing called losing
At least they're better than Howard the crowd of one moans
He's been here too long, the Schiano man
Hope he gets fired tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a victory
And Greg's not gonna get it right
It's a pretty small crowd this Saturday
And the canon gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's just me and Joe Nolan makes it three
And we will forget about Greg in a while
And the DJ, plays horrible music
And Joe Nolan howls third down too long
He ruins the third down, and sounds like a clown
And the lone fan says, "Man, what am I doin' here?"
Oh, Loss, Loss, Loss, Nada
Loss-loss, na-da, da-dum
He's been here too long, the Schiano man
Hope he gets fired tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a victory
And Greg's not gonna get it right
2012-13-Tampa Bay Version:
2017-Patriots Version:
2026:
It's twelve o'clock on a Saturday
The season ticket crowd shuffles in
There's an old man sittin' next to me
Asking if Rutgers will get another win
He says, "Son, can you say from your memory?
Who wanted Greg Schiano?
This team is sad and gets beat, and no passes complete
And watching this team blows"
Loss, loss-loss, na-da
Loss-loss, na-da, da-dumb
He's been here too long, the Schiano man
Hope he gets fired tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a victory
And Greg's not gonna get it right
Now Joe with the binder is whispering
Something in Greg's ear
And he's quick with a play, but he's on the right page
And there's some place else he should be
He says, "Dad, I believe this will work"
As he flipped to another page
"Well, I'm sure it will succeed"
But the other team scores and the fans become enraged"
Oh, Loss, Loss, Loss, Nada
Loss-loss, na-da, da-dum
Now John is an assistant something
Whose role is not clear
And he's talkin' with Matt who's not sure where he is at
And probably will should get Greg a hat
And the quarterback is practicing scrambling
And the defense gets owned
Yes, they're sharing a thing called losing
At least they're better than Howard the crowd of one moans
He's been here too long, the Schiano man
Hope he gets fired tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a victory
And Greg's not gonna get it right
It's a pretty small crowd this Saturday
And the canon gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's just me and Joe Nolan makes it three
And we will forget about Greg in a while
And the DJ, plays horrible music
And Joe Nolan howls third down too long
He ruins the third down, and sounds like a clown
And the lone fan says, "Man, what am I doin' here?"
Oh, Loss, Loss, Loss, Nada
Loss-loss, na-da, da-dum
He's been here too long, the Schiano man
Hope he gets fired tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a victory
And Greg's not gonna get it right
