They’ve never seen our team play in the flesh
But they write their narrative for the masses
If they came to our address
They’d see we’re here; we’re getting better (Chorus) Lazy media’s like L.A., London, look at all the tarped seats, black outs, no fans, punter in the third round We don’t care; we’re winning Super Bowls in our dreams
But everybody’s like Gabbert, Henne, lousy playing quarterbacks; Timmy Tebow, Only way that we’d go We don’t care; we’re not caught up in your love affair
And we’ll always be Duval
the teal runs in our blood
Even if he is released;
we don’t want your chosen one
If you crave a fun gameday, Come join the BCB
For the Jaguars we’ll cheer and drink some beer We’ll live out our fantasy
We trust That Dave has cracked the code.
Counting draft picks at the Bank, in his office.
Anyone who knows Gus knows
He stays positive; he keeps with his vision.