Pittsburgh Steelers and Green Bay, Transformers, Michael Bay,
Sounds specific, twenty-one ten, blow the passing game.

Roethlisberger, Aaron Rodgers, running, passing, tossing the ball,
Down the field, up the field, it’s just all the same.

At this point, I have no more rhyme, nor more time.
One two, the forward pass, and, um, something in your eye.

Commercials let us down, snoring through the half-time.
Fergie and the Black-Eyed Peas, ah, where’s the remote, oh my?

We didn’t change the tire.
It was always turning
‘Cause the engine’s burning.
We didn’t change the tire.
Oh, we didn’t change it,
But we tried to fake it.

Oh this is very la-ame.
But if you’ve been drinking
While the game’s been going,
Oh, this will still be la-ame,
But you’ll have to like it,
‘Cause I will not right it.

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