The Wreck of the Tomlin Fitzgerald
The legend lives on from the Strip District on down
Of the confluence, they called the Three Rivers
The Steelers, it is said, always wind up ahead
When the skies of December turn gloomy
With a load of Cowher’s men, they won the Super Bowl again
And the other teams rosters looked empty
That good team and true other offenses they chewed
When the games of December came early
The team was still the pride of the city’s North side
With a loss to Green Bay, Wisconsin
As the veterans did go, the cracks did begin to show
With a team and a new coach not seasoned
We lost to some teams with losing records it seems
And they even got blown out by Cleveland
And in later years now with Tomlin’s gang
Could it be that the standard was no longer “Steel”ing?
Tomlin on the side lines never makes a damn sound
When the team on the field is a failing
And every fan knew, as the players did too
That the head coach of team was a reeling
The first downs came late, and the touchdowns had to wait
When the Hell of December came crashing
When January came, it was always the same
Not a chance for a team playoff win
With the end of the game, Tomlin came on TV sayin’
“Obviously, the barn’s painted red”
At seven pm, at the post game, he said
“Obviously, the only paint I had was red”
Tomlin stated again he had Hell comin’ in
And the good team and players would give all
And later that season when playoff chances went outta sight
Came the wreck of the Tomlin Fitzgerald
