[Verse] They called him Gordo, king of the airwaves, With a mic in his hand, he'd tear through the days. A Dallas sports talk host, full of laughter and guile, Well, he never shied away from stirring the pile. [Verse 2] He was up in Green Bay, caught in a winter's embrace, When he stood at mid-field in that frozen place. With a voice like a trumpet, loud and defiant, He bellowed, "Kramer was offsides!" like a mighty giant. [Chorus] Oh, Gordo, what have you done? In the land of the Packers, there’s nowhere to run. Six hundred bones to pay the toll, But your legend grew big, in every heart and soul. [Verse 3] The Cheeseheads were fuming, veins full of ire, While Gordo just grinned, adding fuel to the fire. They dragged him away, cuffed hands in the cold, Off to a cell, his story unfolded. [Verse 4] Back in Dallas, the fans couldn't believe, Their morning laugh, now in trouble so deep. They set up a fund, to raise up the bucks, To free their wild yuck monkey from the bad luck. [Chorus] Oh, Gordo, what have you done? In the land of the Packers, there’s nowhere to run. Six hundred bones to pay the toll, But your legend grew big, in every heart and soul.
