Look out football, here we come,
Houston Oilers, number one.
Houston has the Oilers, the greatest football team.
We take the ball from goal to goal like no one’s ever seen.
We’re in the air, we’re on the ground ... always in control
And when you say the Oilers, you’re talking Super Bowl.
‘Cause we’re the Houston Oilers, Houston Oilers, Houston Oilers, Number One.
Yes, we’re the Houston Oilers, Houston Oilers, Houston Oilers, Number One.
We’ve got the offense.
We’ve got the defense.
We give the other team no hope. ‘Cause we’re the Houston Oilers, Houston Oilers,
You know we’re gonna hold the rope.
The lifted that song from the Miami Dolphins, who used it in the early 70s.
RIP Coach.
But that’s the worst song EVER!
My favorite Bum Phillips quote when he was complimenting Don Shula:
“He can take His’n and beat Your’n, and he can take Your’n and beat His’n.”
He also said, “Football is a game of failure, but you aren’t a failure until you start blaming someone else.” Good words that describe some current failure of a president.
And he never wore a hat in a domed stadium. Thought it was disrespectful. His momma taught him, “If it can’t rain on you, you’re indoors.”
Ah, the days of “Love Ya’ Blue”. Even the city cop cars were painted team colors. The entire city was caught up in the excitement! And I didn’t even live there at the time. But I lived close enough that I felt like the Oilers were my team.
Bum said “Next year we’re gonna’ kick the damn door down.” The next day he was fired. He always said “There’s two kinds of coaches. Them that’s been fired. And them that’s gonna’ be.” RIP, Coach.