A little ditty for the dirt peckers since the season of
Aug 31, 2017, 3:51 PM
their revival is upon us.
On a dark day in November, loosing’s in the air Warm smell of doodoo ice, rising up through the air Up ahead on the scoreboard, I saw these shimmering lights Our heads grew heavy and our sight grew dim We didn’t put up much of a fight.
There he stood in the endzone; I heard the cannon tell And I was thinking to myself 'This can't be heaven this must be Hell'
They just lit up the scoreboard and they blew us away Boom’s voice drifted down the corridor, I thought I heard him say
Welcome to the Hotel Whitney Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) We’re such a disgrace. Got us free rooms at the Hotel Whitney. Any time of year they’ll be losers staying here.
His mind is definitely-twisted, Jake got the Bentley bends He got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that he calls players How we dance in the cockroach, late summer sweat Tigers dance to remember, we just try to forget
So we called upon Boom 'Please bring us some wins He said, 'we haven't had a championship here since nineteen sixty-nine' And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say"
Welcome to the Hotel Whitney Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) We’re such a disgrace. We’re livin’ it up at the Hotel Whitney What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), we got alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling, The garnet champagne on ice And we said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the cockaboooses We gathered for the feast We stab it with our olive forks, But we’ll never beat the beast
Last thing we remember, we were Sucking face with our kin Hoping to find the passage back to 2010 'Relax' said Dabo, 'We are programmed destroy. You can play us anytime you want, But you will never have joy.'
Welcome to the Hotel Whitney Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) We’re such a disgrace. Got us free rooms at the Hotel Whitney. Any time of year they’ll be losers staying here.