::Motorhead blares::
Evobluetion is a mystery
Work dark matches no one sees
No one will lie down for me
Our last wins so long ago, can't get booked on the B show.
HeAT becomes a place to be.
I see the pen in my hand
Signed a contract as a job man
I give us three weeks 'fore we get canned.
EVOBLUETION! EVOBLUETION!
See all our gimmicks change.
But our push remains the same. ("What push?" "Quiet, Meanie!")
Stevie's dressing like The Game.
We all know what it means
He'll be taken off our TV screens
Unforgiven
Never to be seen.
I see the fans in the stands
They got no idea, who I am
I think we need a better plan....
EVOBLUETION, EVOBLUETION!
.....We need a ride home.
And their promos would go a lil somethin like this.
Stevie: As you can see-ah, by my enormous nose and amazing ability to deliver a thirty minute promo-ah where I say absolutely nothing-ah.....I-AH...AM-AH...THE GAME-AH, Triple Stevie!
::Stevie nudges Meanie::
Meanie: Oh yeah. I'm Bluetista. I don't talk much, but, Stevie, I let you borrow my WWF In Your House game 10 years ago, and this Sunday, I'LL BE NEEDING IT BACK!
Nova: AND I'M THE COACH FLYING, TAXI CAB RIDING, JOBBIN', APPLE BOBBIN', DIVE TAKING, HEART ATTACK FAKING...WHOOOOOOOOOO! Son of a gun! And....hey, wait....where's our Orton?
Meanie: I dunno. I called Al Snow just like you said, Stevie, but he didn't return my call.
Stevie: No you idiot, I told you to call the Head....Al has WAAAAAAAY too much charisma to be a believeable Orton.
Nova: ZING!