(To the melody of “Wonderwall” by Oasis)
Lyrics by Lea & White
As sung by John Madden (in Jeremy’s mind, anyway) to his booth partner during their final game together…
This play’s gonna be the last play I’m gonna scribble on for
you.
By now, you should’ve somehow realized that your days are
through.
I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you
now.
Sports beat, the word is on the street that Murdoch wanted you
forced out.
I’m sure, you heard it all before, your hips and hipness
were in doubt.
I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you
now.
And though the miles upon the bus were grinding
And even though your sanity’s unwinding
There are many games that I’d like to call with you, but I
don’t know how.
‘Cause maybe, the Monday Night gig will save me
And after all, you’re my Summerall
This play is gonna be the last time I’m gonna throw it back
to you
By now, you should’ve somehow realized that your days are
through.
I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you
now.
And all the miles upon the bus were grinding
And even though your sanity’s unwinding
There are many games that I’d like to call with you, but I
don’t know how.
‘Cause maybe, the Monday Night gig will save me
And after all, you’re my Summerall
[Repeat final lines ad nauseum occasionally interjecting
typical Madden-isms like “Bam” and “Ace is the place.”]