When talking about the Cleveland Browns, I can only think blue.

Not just blue as in sadness, but in ol’ Blue Eyes, the late, great singer Frank Sinatra.

It was Sinatra who made famous the song “Send In The Clowns.” Watching the Browns and listening to Sinatra’s version of this song seemed like an automatic match.

With some lyrics changes, that is.

I’ve taken the liberty of writing new lyrics with the confidence there will be no repercussions.

Everyone that knows anything about Sinatra knows of his mafia ties. I’m hoping that if the mob doesn’t appreciate the parody, they will take it out on the Browns’ front office instead of me since they deserve it.

Since Sinatra is dead, he won’t be singing this song at any time. And why would we subject someone of his caliber to suffer such a painful rendition.

Anyway, for your enjoyment (???), here is “Send In The Browns.”

Send In The Browns

We’re getting sick. Feeling despair.

Fans back at the dog pound, still you need repair.

Send in the Browns.

 

Where is the bliss? Can’t you improve?

One who keeps tearing them down so they always lose.

But where are the Browns? Send in the Browns.

 

Just when I stopped drafting QBs.

Finally finding the one that I wanted was in Philly.

Making their draft picks again with usual failure.

 

Still got bad lines. No one single cure.

 

Don’t you love Jim Brown? Or Otto Graham?

Fans thought Haslam would want what they want, sorry your damned.

But where are the Browns? The vintage Browns?

Don’t bother they’re banned.

 

Isn’t it sick? Isn’t it queer?

Losing so many games over 17 years.

But where are the Browns? Send vintage Browns.

Well, maybe next year.

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Jim Walker is sports editor of The Ironton Tribune.