Without further ado...sung to the tune of "American Pie" by Don McClean...
 
 A long, long time ago...
 I can still remember how their touchdowns used to make me smile.
 And I knew if I had the chance,
 that I'd draft them all, and sing and dance,
 and maybe I'd be happy for a while.
 
 But Freddie Taylor made me shiver.
 With every step, his hamstring quivered.
 Bad news on the doorstep...
 he couldn't run one more step.
 
 I can't remember if I cried,
 but it hurt me bad, it stung my pride,
 and the bile rose up deep inside,
 the year the Stud Picks died.
 
 So... (Refrain)
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 Bye, bye, to all the "surefire" guys.
 Drove the offense to the redzone,
 but the redzone was dry.
 But when it's safer to have your big guns out on a bye,
 it's enough to make a weaker man cry,
 enough to make a weaker man cry.
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 Did you draft the guy you love?
 Was his season ended with a shove,
 from the hand of fate?  Oh, no!
 
 Now can you climb from this awful hole?
 Can backups save your mortal soul?
 And can you tell me who's the next to go?
 
 Well I know you were in love with him,
 but Williams got dinged early on the shin.
 What's a coach like Mike to do?
 'Cause Ricky hurt his elbow, too.
 
 There was this super, awesome Broncin' buck,
 but when he went down, his knee, it did get struck.
 Now even Terrell's out of luck,
 the year the Stud Picks died.
 
 I started singing...(Refrain)
 
 Now for four weeks, we've been on our own,
 but Moss got fat, he threw us a bone...
 but that's not how it used to be.
 
 When Vinny threw for Chrebet and Key,
 in a uni borrowed from Coach Weeb,
 with a poise that stunned both you and me.
 
 Oh, and while the King was stepping down,
 young Griese stole his thorny crown.
 the standings were upturned...
 not a conerback got burned.
 
 And while Coughlin threw the book at Mark,
 the Jag's offense shifted into "park",
 and we sang dirges in the dark...
 the year the Stud Picks died.
 
 We were singing...(Refrain)
 
 Helter Skelter in the Autumn swelter,
 the Dirty Bird flew off seeking shelter...
 that holdout went falling fast.
 He landed foul on the fake grass,
 Rick Mirer tried for a forward pass,
 with Vinny on the sidelines in a cast.
 
 Now the halftime air was full of doom,
 but Brad Johnson played a marching tune.
 Skip Hicks got up to dance,
 but he never got the chance.
 
 'Cause when Skippy tried to take the field,
 Stephen Davis, he refused to yield.
 Do you recall what was revealed,
 the year the Stud Picks died?
 
 We started singing...(Refrain)
 
 And there they were all in one place,
 a bunch of draft picks gone to waste...
 with no time left to start again.
 
 So come on Steve be nimble, Steve be quick,
 Steve Young sat out at Candlestick,
 'cause a free shot is a cornerback's best friend.
 
 And as I watched Jake on the stage,
 my hands were clenched in fists of rage.
 Each blitzer born in hell,
 could break his O-line's spell.
 
 And as Stewart climbed high into the night,
 I knew that bastard had been right...
 I heard Scogemeist laughing with delight,
 the year the Stud Picks died.
 
 He was singing...(Refrain)
 
 I met a girl who sang the blues,
 and I asked her for some happy news.
 She just smiled and turned away.
 
 I went down to the sacred store,
 where I'd seen the Stud Picks play before...
 but the man there said the Stud Picks couldn't play.
 
 And in the streets the owners screamed.
 The quitters cried and the winners schemed.
 But not a word was spoken...
 the Stud Picks all were broken.
 
 And the three plays I admire most...
 the Rollout, Bomb and Naked Post...
 they caught the last train for the coast,
 the year the Stud Picks died.
 
 And they were singing...(Refrain)
 
 Mike Dempsey
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