Lyrics

Ain't no use in throwing from the pocket
A place you've never knowed
Ain't no use in playing you at all now
Be at home or on the road

Still I wish there was something Gruden could do or say
To make you change your level of play
You never did too much preppin' anyway
You stink on ice, that's alright

Sittin' on the long lonesome bench now,
If you're good, I can't tell
A Subway ad is only place I see you
So I'll just say fair-the-well

Now I ain't saying you tweeted things unkind
You shoulda played better better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted all your precious prime
You stink on ice, that's alright