No time to have a cow, just play big ~ NYR

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In the corner 
Of TFS' eye 
He saw your NYRude knees
You were very high 
You were high 
It was a cryderin' disgrace 
We saw your FHFucking face

On the counter 
By your pleads 
Was a crook of numbers 
And ref remedies 
One of these 
Surely will screen out the sorrow 
But where are you tomorrow

I can't cryder anymore 
While you run around 
LB Break away 
Just when it 
Seems so clear 
That it's 
Over now 
Have your big FHFucking cow 
And get the FHFuck out of here

Down to des Canadiens-de-Montréal Street 
There you go 
Lookin' so outrageous 
And they tell you so 
You should know 
How all the pros play the game 
Go change your name

Like a gangster 
On the run 
You will stagger homeward 
To your precious
(one Cup in how many years?)
BBQ's the one 
Who must make everything right 
Talk it out till game night

I don't care anymore 
Why you run around 
Druid Break away 
Just when it 
Seems so clear 
That it's 
Over now 
Have your big SFUcking cow 

And get the FHFuck out of here

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 SFU-CK OFF

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