sorry,had some beer so........ Twas the night before Xmas and all through pro player not a creature was stirring except for Jason Taylor His jersey was hung in his locker with care in fear that all the Jet fans would soon be there Offseason vacations were already mapped all of his golf equipment had been carefully wrapped the seats of orange soon to be filled with green was enough to make him wanna run from the scene when out of the office arose such a clatter he put the box of tissues down to go see whats the matter away to the door,he pranced in a flash to find Nick Saban counting some cash The fear of embarrasement,humiliation and Woe Had his leader ready to go when what to their wondering eyes should appear Zack Thomas and Randy Mcmichael also ready to disappear with a fistful of plane tickets,and sweet thai stick they knew in a moment it must be St. Rick slower than mollases seemed to be his brain as he struggled,but was too stoned to recall their names Hey ah Jason,and uh Zack,um Randy and Saban? Lets get outa here and seek safe haven To the top floor and out to the lot run away! run away! we ain't got a shot! As dry heaves set in from rickys cotton mouth when they meet an obstacle they just head further south So down to the carribean these losers did trek to escape the 2006 Miami Dolphin Train wreck (the short version)
