On a night in New England,
In the stadium called Gilette,
In fear of gaining one defeat we ride Old Tom all night,
We don't care if it's 4th and 10,
And you think you're off the field,
The sound of evil laughter falls from Belichick all night,
Throwing now, throwing on fourth and two,
With a lead of sixty-nine,
Defenses' souls will feel the fire of Randy Moss tonight,
Your team's darkest day in history will likely be today,
Wes Welker's great and Donte' burns you all!

So now we fly and we're free,
We're free to score and score some more,
Onward past your teams defense, our drives never end,
Far beyond the end zones, far beyond the goal lines,
All we ever do is score touchdowns!

Too far away for us is the day,
When we finish at 19-0,
We're gonna rub undefeated in Don Shula's face,
Through the endless blowout wins we carry on!

Homefield advantage we have got this year throughout,
Runningbacks through our poor run defense but remember 'bout the colts,
Why don't we just try to kick onside and always keep the ball?

In our worst game which was last week, we've got to kick some ass
And endlessly we're undefeated tonight!
And on the wings of BB,
Run up the score on anyone,
All alone in desperation 56-10,
How did we back up your line,
Your O's got fourth and thirty-five,
Week after week we never get tired or bored!

Too far away for us is the day,
When we kill off another team!
We felt the pain when the Giants nearly made us lose a game,
Through the endless blowout wins we carry on!

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!

Now here we stand undefeated again,
Our perfect 19 win season it stands,
So Tom Brady's the MVP of the whole NFL,
I guess you could just say "No, Duh!"

Too far away for us is that day,
When we are the world champions again,
We'll never lose again in about a thousand years,
Through our endless blowout wins we carry on!