As I turn the page on Le’Veon Bell, my No. 1 draft pick in the fantasy football draft, I have written a song I would like to share with you. Sung to the tune of Levon by Elton John.
Le‘Veon scowls at his franchise tag with a frown
He calls the Steelers cheap to all his fans
As he dines on the finest food in Steel Town
Le‘Veon, Le’Veon likes his money
He makes a lot they say
Spends his days counting
as the Steelers’ season slips away
He was born a pauper
To a single mom on a winter day
When the New York Times
said Sam Walton died and the internet’s begun
Lisa Bell has a son today
And he shall be Le’Veon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Le’ Veon
he’ll make his mom proud anyway
And he shall be Le’Veon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Le’Veon
Le’Veon goes on strike as fans face their fears
But his former Pittsburgh team thrives
James Conner carries the football to cheers
And Le’Veon, he wants to go Greenland
Leaving all the bitter memories behind
He was born a pauper
To a single mom on a winter day
When the New York Times
said Sam Walton died and the internet’s begun
Lisa Bell has a son today
And he shall be Le’Veon
And he shall be a good man
And he shall be Le’Veon
he’ll make his mom proud anyway
And he shall be Le’Veon
And he shall be a good man
He shall be Le’Veon
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