desisto@dec-corvus.UUCP (01/30/86)
"THE COCAINE SHUFFLE"
I'm a fleet receiver, my name is Fryar;
I love to set my nose on fire.
I really enjoy cavorting at night,
Absconding fine women and getting high as a kite.
My wife she is too much onto the facts;
I thank the heavens it wasn't an axe.
But I must be off to my contact on the double;
Comin' at 'cha with the Cocaine Shuffle.
I'm a number one pick from Texas U.;
I've many press clippings, but my tackles are few.
Now some might say 'ole Ken Sims is a dog,
But it's too tough to play in a drug-induced fog.
With my broken leg I've been under some strain;
But, honestly folks, it's just to ease the pain.
Pat Sullivan is one guy I'd like to muffle,
For blowin' the whistle on my Cocaine Shuffle.
We are the Pats, a shufflin' crew;
The clean among us surely are few.
We're so high we think we're good;
Super Bowl XX showed us where we stood.
Raymond Clayborn here, and I'm all wound up.
My kids ask me what's wrong and I say, "Whas'sup?"
Many times have I been selected All-Pro;
So lay off, you all, I like feeling low!
At the chance to maim I won't hesitate;
So what's the big deal if my pupils won't dialate?
I've let myself go and my face is a-stubble,
Cuz I ain't got time to shave during my Cocaine Shuffle.
I'm veteran Tony Collins from East Carolina;
A crisp dollar bill and some coke, ah, there is nothing finer.
All the hype about the Super Bowl chase;
Ain't nothing like the thrill gotten when I free-base.
Perhaps in the future I'll regain some gridiron glory;
As for those Miami parties, aye, there is a story.
Raymond Berry you are nothing but trouble;
Oh, why, did you mess with my Cocaine Shuffle?
We are the Pats, a shufflin' crew;
The clean among us surely are few.
We're so high we think we're good;
Super Bowl XX showed us where we stood.
Roland here, I'm Mr. Snow;
Up 'til game time I'll be doing the blow.
Then onto the field to shag a few punts;
Catching that ball proved an impossible stunt.
I'd fumble, then stumble, then fall to the side,
And let Miami have the ball to save my sorry hide.
Now I've got to boogie on the double
Before the Feds catch up with my Cocaine Shuffle.
Hi, all you fans, it's me, Stephen Starring;
Some players have wives, but I've got my own darling.
It ain't cheap, but I do love my toot;
Would I sell off my Mom? Well, the question is moot.
The Pats pay me a ton of green dough,
But it's barely enough to keep me in blow.
With any young hood I'm willing to scuffle
Should he try to get in on my Cocaine Shuffle.
We are the Pats, a shufflin' crew;
The clean among us surely are few.
We're so high we think we're good;
Super Bowl XX showed us where we stood.
Respectfully,
CD
Pete