Letra de Strange Victory, Strange Defeat

"In other words, don't flinch, don't foul, and hit the line hard"
Squirrels imported from Connecticut
Just in time for fall
How much fun is a lot more fun?
Not much fun at all
What's with all the handsome grandsons
In these rock band magazines?
What have they done with the fat ones?
The bald and the goateed?
Strange victory
Strange victory
Strange victory
Strange defeat
Tale is told of a band of squirrels
Who lived in defiance of defeat
They woke up in a nightmare world
Of craven mediocrity
They said, "We're coming out of the black patch
We're coming out of the pocket
We're calling into question
Such
virtue gone to seed
"
Strange victory
Strange victory
Strange victory
Strange defeat
Strange victory
Strange victory
Strange victory
Strange defeat