It's got kind of a nice, little rhythm to it; Mr. Biscuit.
Here we go. He already has his own radio show. LOL
That was an awesome radio program.
He may be who we think he is, But I'm not ready to crown him yet. I'm sticking with Mr. Biscuit.
And I'm not so sure I want to associate Mr. Biscuit with flowers like pansies or anything. Or flower power hippies. Or even the King Biscuit Flour Company. (Are they still around?)
They call him Mr. Biscuit. But it sounds like Mr. Crowley.
[Verse 1]
Mr. Biscuit, what's that thought in your head? Oh, Mr. Biscuit, did you wish Fox was dead? His coaching to me seemed so tragic With the hope of it all He fooled ESPN with magic You waited on Nagy's call. Mr. Biscuit, did you think you were bored Mr. Biscuit Sir, in nocturnal report Not being taught plays by his thinking Training at Halas Hall That Foxy he was always drinking And his shit splattered on the wall
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 2] Mr. Biscuit, won't you lead my brown Bears? Mr. Biscuit, it wasn't like Fox cared Approaching a time that is classic The Super Bowl calls Approaching the season it's hectic So many new guys to catch the ball.
A little boy at training camp last year wanted him to sign his football. Trubisky didn't see the little guy in the crowd until he yelled out at the top of his little lungs, "Mr Biscuit" - and then T looked around and spotted him and came over. LOL, that football the little guy had was about as big as him, he was so small. T was a class act coming over to sign it for him.
One thing I like about Trubs is his attitude. A lot of QB's let the fact they are #1 pick go to their head. Not Trubs.
They call him Mr. Biscuit. But it sounds like Mr. Crowley.
[Verse 1]
Mr. Biscuit, what's that thought in your head? Oh, Mr. Biscuit, did you wish Fox was dead? His coaching to me seemed so tragic With the hope of it all He fooled ESPN with magic You waited on Nagy's call. Mr. Biscuit, did you think you were bored Mr. Biscuit Sir, in nocturnal report Not being taught plays by his thinking Training at Halas Hall That Foxy he was always drinking And his shit splattered on the wall
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 2] Mr. Biscuit, won't you lead my brown Bears? Mr. Biscuit, it wasn't like Fox cared Approaching a time that is classic The Super Bowl calls Approaching the season it's hectic So many new guys to catch the ball.