Brady was a QB, New England loved him so.
Stood over 6 foot tall and man that dude could throw.
They took the league to school, those Pats they ruled the town.
Fought like a crusade and no one could take them down. No!
He had the money, unstoppable at home.
He walked the streets of New York with his supermodel girl on his arm
And now its

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18 and 1 you blew it
18 and 1 you know
Better luck next time and its
18 and 1 for you

Maroney in his back field, those Moss stats so obscene
He kept his offense running the O line kept his shirt clean.
Said he’d achieve perfection, Brady’s the greatest one.
Spygate spelled trouble but they paid that fine and done.
Pad stats! Score it up, the victories never end.
You can’t think of losing when Wes Welker’s your best friend
And now its

[Chorus]
18 and 1 you blew it
18 and 1 you know
Better luck next time and its
18 and 1 for you

Hit me long I get ‘em they all heard Randy say
But he hung his head down in despair as Lombardi slipped away.

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18 and 1 you blew it
18 and 1 you know
Better luck next time and its
18 and 1 for you