PART 1:
your papa’s black and my mama’s white
oh, but we’re here tonight
you play it loose and i keep things tight
and when you bark, i bite
i light my stick of dynamite
light up the darkest night
tried a left when she made a right
and now we’re burnin’ bright
PART 2:
and it’s one (shoot shoot)
but you’re too late
you’re packed and flattened like a pancake
he’s five foot eleven and he’s built like a tree
the ceiling was all i could see
and it’s two (sprawl sprawl)
but you’re too late
you’re packed and flattened like a pancake
it’s all over now, the fans would tend to agree
the scoreboard says “0 – 3”
and it’s three (sprawl sprawl)
and you’re too late…
you’re packed and flattened like a pancake
but period 3 is when she came unto me
as bright as my world can be
he eats a roast beef sandwich as he shouts from the stands
his happiness lies in your hands
(that’s why he punches the air with his hands)
well she’s knitting a sweater as she waves from the stands
with the rest of your “#1 fans”
so don’t disappoint ’em, they’re your #1 fans
their happiness lies in your hands
OUTRO:
die die dee die
eating freedom fries under jersey skies
die die dee die
drinking coke and rum, chewing bubble gum
die die dee die
eating freedom fries under guilty skies
die die dee die
drinking coke and rum, chewing bubble gum
(larn-ball…)
(through the mystic night…)
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