At first this season my hopes were high
4-0 at the bye
I watched the Dolphins play last week
Their performance was quite meek
Our defense couldn't stop the 'Skins
They ran wild over the Fins
In the end we came out ahead
But our team looked really dead

Week 2 in Jax against the Jags
A team considered to play like hags
Again defense, where were you?
You played a lot of doo doo
We could not even run the ball
We couldn't rush it, not at all
Tanny threw the ball a lot
But long passes he ain't got

Super Bowl! was the clatter
Now we ask, what's the matter?
Philbin, Lazor, Coyle, Ross
Another Fins teams with a loss
So my hopes that were once so high
Make me sit here with a sigh
Sadly this season will end 8 and 8
Another year that won't be great
Please Don Shula, where are you?
Tell us please what to do
Losing to the Jags was bad
Breaks my heart and makes me sad

Next week the bills came to town
Sadly the Fins let us down
our home opener, we were really glad
there's no way we could play that bad
Rex Ryan is most certainly a nut
Surely we could kick his butt
But we all watched once that first whistle blew
And right real quick we all certainly knew
These were not my father's Fins
At least those boys knew how to win
No desire, no effort, they had no class
The Bills came to town and kicked our ***

Another game has come and gone
Lost to the Jets, across the pond
Couldn't pass, couldn't run
Watched the game which was no fun
Tired each week of a broken heart
With the Dolphins not doing their part
Tee shirts, jerseys, spent a lot of dough
Now for this season I must go
I turn to you Stephen Ross
And ask you sir, who's the boss?
You know what you have to do
But if Philbin's still here, then I am through
Got a Harley right outside
Sundays sacrificed without a ride
I will not watch another loss
I will not watch it Mr Ross

Goodbye Miami, see you next year
Time to ride and drink some beer