Lyrics

On a cold and grey Buffalo morn,
Tyrod Taylor gets a call and it makes him forlorn
– it’s from Cleveland ( it’s from Cleveland)

...and his mama cries

Cuz If there’s one thing she don’t want to see,
it’s her precious young man as the Browns QB,
up in Cleveland (up in Cleveland)

I foresee a Sunday afternoon, and a frightened young man, under heavy blitz pressure and the ball in his hand - Up in Cleveland (up in Cleveland)

...and his mama cries

a parody of “In the Ghetto” by Elvis Presley