Team loyalty, it seems
Is more a mystry than a science
Who knows why Im devoted
To the New York Football Giants
Is it just about proximity
To what were our home towns
That Duane roots for the Raiders
And Hugh bleeds for the Browns
I was born three feet from Flushing
So, if you had placed your bets
You likely would have guessed
I pledged allegiance to the Jets
When I lived on the island
They really liked to throw
And I had a lot in common
With a quarterback named Joe
Well, we mostly know were doomed
Before the years campaign begins
For when the seasons over
Only one team wins
They fire the best players
And hire the worst coaches
Concession stands at stadia
Are filled with mice and roaches
Despite the yearly horrors
They routinely put is through
We tune in every Sunday
And we cheer for what they do
We trust theyll do analysis
And figure out the reason
That last year went so miserably
And this will be that season
So even if we understand
Were in this till it hurts
Well wear their fancy logos
On our hats and on our shirts
Now, if you read between the lines
Youll understand Im saying
Our flag is like the logo
For which all of us are playing
And though I might acknowledge
That we got a few things wrong
I think we should be standing
When the band takes up the song
We rise despite the failings
That may dim a nations worth
To share the aspirations
Of the last, best hope of earth