It was Christmas Day babe
In the Sim League
Then Woelkers said to me, we’ll win another one
And then he sang a song
And drank some Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about a game or two
Had some unlucky ones
Austin beat us by twenty one
But I’ve got a feeling
This seasons’ for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love this city
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
We've got Bawlls big as cars
We've got Rodgers whose gold
Owens runs right right through you
Even if he’s old
When Howitzer first threw the ball
On a cold Christmas Eve
He promised me
An Ultimus was waiting for me
We were handsome
And pretty
Kings of New York City
When the team finished playing
Fans howled out for more
Winchester was swinging
And Dogwood was singing
Kingston out ran a corner
Then danced in the endzone
The fans of the NYS choir
Were singing “We win Hooray”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day
SJS is a bum and punk
Austin’s got an old QB whose junk
Honolulu almost dead
on a drip in that bed
NOLA full of scumbag, and maggots
Zona is cheap and they’re haggard
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray OCO, already won their last
The fans of the NYS choir
Were singing “We win Hooray”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas
You could have been someone
Well so could anyone
We took your dreams from you
When we were founded
So keep winning with me babe
I put more W with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my team around you
The fans of the NYS choir
Were singing “We win Hooray”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas
In the Sim League
Then Woelkers said to me, we’ll win another one
And then he sang a song
And drank some Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about a game or two
Had some unlucky ones
Austin beat us by twenty one
But I’ve got a feeling
This seasons’ for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love this city
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
We've got Bawlls big as cars
We've got Rodgers whose gold
Owens runs right right through you
Even if he’s old
When Howitzer first threw the ball
On a cold Christmas Eve
He promised me
An Ultimus was waiting for me
We were handsome
And pretty
Kings of New York City
When the team finished playing
Fans howled out for more
Winchester was swinging
And Dogwood was singing
Kingston out ran a corner
Then danced in the endzone
The fans of the NYS choir
Were singing “We win Hooray”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day
SJS is a bum and punk
Austin’s got an old QB whose junk
Honolulu almost dead
on a drip in that bed
NOLA full of scumbag, and maggots
Zona is cheap and they’re haggard
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray OCO, already won their last
The fans of the NYS choir
Were singing “We win Hooray”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas
You could have been someone
Well so could anyone
We took your dreams from you
When we were founded
So keep winning with me babe
I put more W with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my team around you
The fans of the NYS choir
Were singing “We win Hooray”
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas