They should be singing along to Comfortably Numb.
Ask and ye shall receive. I dedicate this to all the sports fans around the world whose beloved teams have left them disappointed, frustrated, or embarrassed enough to wear paper bags over their heads.
(to the tune of "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd)
I'm mellow (mellow mellow)
'Cause I've had another whiskey
A couple shots of bourbon
And I watch the game alone.
C'mon! (c'mon) I shout
This team is reeling now.
And I don't see a way
To make it watchable today.
I relapse (and fill my glass)
But it's not from any kind of thirst.
Just the basic need
To drown it out before it's worse.
It's every game this awful feeling
No chance to win, my joy they siphon.
The other team, they come in waves.
The fans boo but nothing seems to be changing.
They lose by a mile - so much for leisure.
I can't waste one more afternoon.
How it happens time and time again
It hurts my brain I do not understand
This treatment of their fans.
Why...(do I) watch this stuff? It's no longer fun.
(guitar solo)
Why...(do I) watch this stuff? It's no longer fun.
Today (today today)
I'll sell my season tickets.
I can't keep on dealin'
With the embarrassment of it.
I keep tellin' (myself myself)
You can stop the hurting...good.
But even though they never seem to score
I keep on goin' back for more.
It's every game this awful feeling
No chance to win, my joy they siphon.
The other team, they come in waves.
The fans boo but nothing seems to be changing.
They lose by a mile - I never see a glimpse
Of any hope to come with time.
It's quite the book of things that's wrong
With all the things this team has gone and done
The lead is blown,
The season's gone.
Why...(do I) watch this stuff? It's no longer fun.
