Mr. Owner, where's the wins?

Verse 1 You bought 'em in ’89, loud and proud, Big Arkansas smile, talkin’ real loud, Every year says, “This one’s ours,” Then January slams the brakes real hard. Ten new coaches, same microphone, Different season, but same 'ol Jones. Pre-Chorus Don’t lack talent, don’t lack pay, Just keep playing the same damn way. Chorus Thirty six years of running the show, Thirty years better teams go, The Frisco star, you got the stage, Loyal fans with playoff rage. Blue and silver, rich and loud, Money can’t buy playoffs now— Thirty years no playoff ring, How’s that culture, Jerry? Verse 2 You fired Jimmy—ego won, Dynasty packed up, the ride was done, Since then it’s been nothin' but talk, Owner, GM, don't walk the walk. Every loss blames someone else, But fans don’t get much help. Chorus (repeat) Thirty years of “just wait, you'll see,” Thirty years of “don’t blame me,” Other teams lift trophies high, Cowboy fans just want to cry. Blue and silver, a front-row seat, Watching the playoffs pass our street— Thirty six years of running things, How’s that workin’, Jerry? Bridge Got a yacht, got a helicopter, Every toy money ever offered, But here’s the joke that writes itself— You can’t take either to a NFC belt. Can’t buy time, can’t buy trust, Can’t out-talk a total bust. Final Chorus Thirty six years of ego first, Thirty years of excuses rehearsed, Every fall we buy the lie, Every winter askin’ why. I’ll love the star until I’m gone, But man, this ride’s been way too long— Thirty years, here we go again, So Mr. Owner… where’s the wins?