A blackness crept toward Arrowhead (Trailed by gargoyle clowns),
With certainty that they would win
On Chiefdom’s sacred ground.
This blight had preyed upon our pride
When times were hard, and bleak
And now the bully boys had come
Cocksure they’d prove us weak.
They had a valiant captain,
Adept at run and pass
And many fast receivers
But a tailback made of glass.
Fresh from solid victory
Against division foes
They marched out on the field that day
To punch us in the nose
But their swagger seemed to sag a bit
When boos rang from the stands
And many sidelong glances passed
Among that surly band
They pumped their chests defiantly,
And raised a fowl salute,
But closer looks revealed a few
Were shaking in their boots
Then the Chiefs came trotting out
To a ramjet roaring mass
And showed the bandits what it means
To have a touch of class.
They calmly lined up for the kick.
The Polack let it fly.
And Raider Special Teams were stunned
When Demps went flashing by!
Deep within the Thugs’ domain
The Chiefs began their drive.
And for the first time of the year
Their offense came alive.
Three quick strikes and one long run
Produced a first and goal.
Then Charles made one short, brilliant dash
Right through their D’s black hole.
The Raiders tried to mount a fight
And even made some plays.
But Alex rocked their weak defense
And kept them in a daze.
Poor Warpaint nearly ran to death
With all the touchdown parties.
And Raider Nation hung its head
Like schoolboys when they’re tardy.
The Sea of Red made such a noise
That Richter got a reading!
And none in red felt bad that day
To watch the Oakland beating.
Six and 0! And sweet revenge.
How glorious the feeling!
Andy bathed in Gatorade
And Chiefdom fans were reeling!
The hated Raiders left that day
With tails between their legs
Banished back where they belong
Among the football dregs.
And new hope spread at Arrowhead
That Chiefs could best the Brow.
With one week’s rest and Sutton’s best
The time for us is NOW!