Danny, my brother, third straight season scraping basement tiles Fantasy football standings got your name beneath the files Draft night, round two, you picked a kicker early Whole table froze; even the clock looked worried I checked the board twice, thought my eyes were glitching You locked that pick while better players sat there waiting By Sunday night, the scoreboard told the story Your kicker made points; your lineup couldn't score for glory
Three years last, Danny, check that chart Round two kicker, bless your heart
Next week, you checked the scores and did the math That early kicker still couldn't fix your draft Third year running, you're parked at the bottom Every matchup ends with the same old problem I don't need jokes; the standings do the talking Your round two pick keeps that draft night haunting You made one kick feel like a winning plan Then watched the rest of us pass you again
Three years last, Danny, check that chart Round two kicker, bless your heart
Next draft, leave that kicker for the end Or make it four straight, brother; your call again
Three years last, Danny, check that chart Round two kicker, bless your heart
Danny, that round two pick still takes the cake
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