To keep the spirit and fun alive with the Colts Rap. Here is Colts Rhapsody, enjoy.
Is this a real game?
Or is this just fantasy?
Seven plus twelve wins
Pats can't escape reality
Tommy open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
Peyton throws a spiral
Don't give him your empathy
Because I'm easy come, easy throw
Never high, Never low
Any way the D flows
Doesn't really matter to me
D-Free just killed Sanchez
His spin move got misread
Sanchez fell and hit his head
D-Free, the game has just begun
But now it will be a blow out all the way
D-Free, ooooh
Didn't mean to make Rex cry
If he don't sack again till the 2nd quarter
Carry on, carry on, we still got Robert Mathis
Too late, overtime has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Winning all the time
Goodbye, everybody
I've got to go
Gotta collect my fifth M-V-P
Peyton, ooooooooh (Any way the D flows)
I don't want to lose
Sometimes wish we never lose at all
(Guitar Solo)
I see a tall man with a rocket arm
Peyton Manning, Peyton Manning will you win at Foxburrough
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me
Galileo (Tony Ugoh), Galileo (Tony Ugoh), Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
I'm just a tackle nobody loves me
He's just a tackle nowhere near fiesty
Spare him spot on this roster - osity
Easy come, easy throw, Week 17 please let Peyton throw
Bill Polian! No we will not let you throw
Let him throw
Bill Polian says NO we will not let you throw
Let him thrown
Bill Polian will not let you throw
Let me throw (Will not let you throw) (Never, never, never, never)
Let me throw (Will not let you throw)
Let me throw-o-o-o-o-o-o
No, no no no no no no no
(Oh Papa Polian, papa Polian) Papa Polian, let me throw
Bill Bell- i - chek has the devil put aside for me for me for me!
So you think you can rush me and spit in my eye
So you think you can sack me and leave me lie
Oh, Belli, can't do this to me, Belli
Just gotta get six, just gotta get six scored right here
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Anyway the D flows...