Congratulations

For the first time in 19 years the Chiefs will not be televised in their home market.

This one’s for you, Scott, Todd and Clark.

Actually, the lyrics are utterly unrelated except for the massive drinking that takes place at the tailgate.

I realize I missed a day
But I’m too wrecked to care anyway
I look around and see this face
What the hell have I lost my taste
Don’t want to find out
Just want to cut out
My head explodes, my ears ring
I can’t remember just where I’ve been
The last thing that I recall
I got lost in a deep black hole
Don’t want to find out
Just want to cut out
Blackout
I really had a blackout
Blackout
I really had a blackout
Blackout
I really had a blackout
Blackout
I really had a blackout
I grab my things and make my run
On the way out, another one
Would like to know before I stop
Did I make it or did I flop
Don’t want to find out
Just want to get out
Blackout
I really had a blackout
Blackout
I really had a blackout
Blackout
I really had a blackout
Blackout
I really had a blackout
Don’t want to find out
Just want to get out
Blackout
I really had a blackout!