The only thing missing was the junior mints.
Sitting in the dome watching Drew Brees and company pick apart the vaunted Giants with surgical precision inspired me to call Madonna and Weird Al Yankovich over for an afternoon of tea and crumpets and a little song re-writing. Go ahead and pull out The Immaculate Collection and sing along. You know you want to.
Like a Surgeon (to the the tune of Like a Virgin)
He made it through the injury
Somehow he breezed on through
Didn’t know how good he was
Until Sean found you
Never falls incomplete
When open, I’ll be black & blue
But Brees made Saints feel
Yeah, he made Saints feel
Shiny and new
Like a surgeon
Torched for the very first time
Like a surgeon
Dissecting defenses
Behind that line
Better give me all your blitzs, boy
Opponent’s fading fast
Momentum has set in
Don’t know how long they’ll last
Giants fine and they’re mine
Payton makes me strong, yeah he makes me bold
Carve their hearts right out
Yeah, go all out
‘til they’re shocked and cold
Like a surgeon hey
Carved for the very first time
Like a surgeon
Slicing defenses
Behind that line.
Oooh, oooh, oooh
Jets were fine and they’re mine
I’ll be a Saint ‘til the end of time
Oh touchdowns clawed out
Yeah, by air or by feet
You’ve got nowhere to hide
Like a surgeon
Carved for the very first time
Like a surgeon
Slicing secondaries
Behind that line.
Like a surgeon, cha ching
Like a surgeon
Slice through the defense
With Colston, and with Meachum, Shockey and Moore
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Who, dat
Can’t you see a Super Bowl
For the Very First time?
Next up - Miami in a trap game. There really are no breaks in the NFL, and with the Falcons breathing down our necks and headed here on a Monday night, the Saints can't let up.
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