We be losing every game
As though we never want it
We be losing real big
Bigger than we've ever done it
We be losing every game
When other team would have won it
Don Coryell, tell me now how it's going there
Put our school right on the map
Now no recruits are going there
Palomar, they ain't going there
Fallbrook, they ain't going there
Not Rancho, Vista or Gary and Jerri-Ann
And we're not even gonna act nice
We can have one game and somehow we would lose twice
Coryell had all the fans accustomed to the fast life
Even Ted Tollner had us thinking of bowl franchise
Now our coaches are the stupidest
We know they don't think they wrong
They don't even trip to run a draw when it's a 4th and long
We need some fucking help, can someone call Kevin O'Connell
Football games now we be on some sadness
Our way is so lost, can somebody help us find it
We keep thinking this season is just a bad stop
Every single game we take our whoopin' like a mascot
Let's keep searching for a good coach until we hit the jackpot
Sigh...
