[sung to the tune of Kaw-liga by Hank Williams]


Elisha was a wooden quarterback playing in New York

He fell in love with a McAdoo offense and said that it would work

ELISHA – threw the ball to the wrong team again

and now his hopeless team will never win


Poor ol’ Elisha, he somehow has two rings

Poor ol’ Elisha, the sadness that he brings

Is it any wonder that he frowns so much

Elisha, that poor old wooden klutz

– lyrics © Diddly Poo Records 2014


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