In the dark of the night on top of old Monkey Hill,
My cauldron is boiling to brew up my will,
Into this magic pot many things I do put,
Like big nasty eels and a mean monkey’s foot,
Some nutria rat skulls and some camels toenails,
Sharp teeth from a gator and dead possum tails,
I throw in some gris-gris, some herbs and some things,
And added a Giants Super Bowl ring,
In the eyes of that Manning I rubbed in my spell,
His passes to Nicks to the ground dey will fell,
We love us some Manning’s cause we from da same place,
And losing to da Saints will be no big disgrace,
Now ol mister Jacobs his shoes I did tie,
On da Super Dome field his feets will not fly,
Now come Monday night our Saints will have wings,
And into dat endzone we will be marching in,
I have laid an old broom right in front of their goal,
I have spread rock salt all around their soul,
So this spell is now cast and my voodoo is now done,
When dat last whistle blows da Saints will have won!
GRIS GRIS MAN, VOODOO DOC
VOODOO SURGEON GENERAL’S WARNING: Any and all Spells & hexes are performed specifically for the sole purpose of generating an “L” for the opposing team! This includes but is not limited to, fumbles, penalties, in completions, pick 6’s, missed field goals, strips, trips, bungles, gaffs, brain farts, Come on Man’s, or otherwise benign occurrences.
PETA DISCLAIMER: No curses were used and no animals were hurt too bad or killed excessively in the making and or casting of this spell!