Tytuł: The Sportsman Bar

• Wykonawca: Nerf Herder
• Wyświetleń: 239

There's a place on Figueroa Street,
  Where you can always go
  Smiling faces you might meet,
  Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail,
  The Sportsman Bar
  Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail,
  The Sportsman Bar
  
  The trophies on the mantel
  Are covered with dust,
  And the pretzels are from 1982
  The soda from the bar
  Tastes just like rust,
  Nobody cares! All Hail
  The Sportsman Bar
  Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail,
  The Sportsman Bar
  
  There's Mike Green,
  He's fallen to his knees,
  He's mumbling 'bout the
  State Street rock and roll
  They took away the booths,
  But unless they take the roof
  We will see you again here tomorrow!
  
  Say a prayer for friends
  Who passed away,
  Say a prayer for the lurkers
  And the losers
  And to all you bastards
  That moved out of town,
  We'll see you at Thanksgiving
  At the Sportsman Bar
  Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail,
  The Sportsman Bar
  
  Ned's our man,
  With his Pabst Blue Ribbon can,
  Uh-oh, he's looking for a fight!
  He'll punch you in the face,
  But it's your kind of place
  So we'll see you again here tomorrow!
  
  Everybody's drunk! Everybody's drunk!
  Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar