The legend lives on of the stairs we go down
in the house with the gigantic basement.
The ground, it is said, is now over our head
and for good times, you know it's our placement.

With a load of the chips, twenty-six of us guys slip
down the stairs onto beanbags and sofas.
As the big couches go, his is bigger than most.
We're delighted when he says, "Come over!"

The room is the pride of our home town's West Side
coming out of our jobs for the weekend.
Fitzgerald can cook over there in the nook
and he serves us some spare-ribs well-seasoned!

He's there in a pinch with the seventy-inch...
width of screen on his big... television.
It's lucky for me, 'cause my Zenith TV
it's ten years old and out of commission.

We plop in our seats with our drinks and our meats
on the big plates from company Dixie.
There's Merry and Pippin, the drinks that they're sippin'
and of course, me and my Elven pixie.

We're hearing the news that the ballgame of foos
Malcolm Higgins lost to Stu McArthur.
Mal called upon Royce, but they lost to the boys.
With John Barry, Stu had the right partner!

Ed says, "Come on in, the game now will begin."
And we're watching on high-definition.
And Manning takes snap and he throws o'er the gap
and the Colt offense has its ignition!

It seems such a sin that the Colts just marched in
and the Bears of Chicago in peril.
And later than night, Super Bowl bets set right
in the rec room of Edmund Fitzgerald!

Does anyone know where the vacuum did go
when the party ends after ten hours?
Miss Arwen, she said with considerable dread,
"Must I now use my Elf magic powers?"

The cleaner turned up and we were so surprised
and success we had with soap and water.
And all that is left is the vocaling heft:
Ed's yelled at by his wife and his daughters!

We all must confess that there was quite a mess
but by midnight, the rec room was tidy.
And in August, you see, Ed will get DVD
and invite us to watch "3" of Spidey!

The ball he can scoop off the backboard to hoop
and his b-ball game's getting much finer.
The pinball machines in the corner are dreams.
He got all of them cheap from a diner.

And down there, below, where his wine bottles go
he's got quite the voluminous cellar.
And his guests, when they go, through hangover they know
that Fitzgerald's place, it's really stellar!

In a musty old basement, these words I've displayed
telling tales of beneath-ground cathedral.
But it's been sublime, all those 29 times
in the rec room of Edmund Fitzgerald!

The legend lives on of the stairs we go down
into basement that's so large and roomy.
But much to our strife, there are times when his wife
says to Ed, "Come to bed," we leave early!