where the cheeseheads grow,
where Pabst Blue flows,
you all will go,
and if you do,
your Swami will say,
"Did you ever see a horse
trample Aaron Rodgers
down by Green Bay?"
Down by Tampa Bay,
where the old folks roam,
where the Rays call home,
you all will go,
and if you do,
your Swami will say,
"Did you ever see a stallion
stomp on a pirate
down by Tampa Bay?"
Down by the bayou,
where the bourbon flows,
where the Mardis grow,
the Swami goes,
and since I do,
the heavens will say,
"Let us all watch a Brees
throwing TD's
down by the bayou."
That is all.
