The Making Game

Bring your small, and frail, and lame

Searching high and low for fame

Come one, come all, and taste the pain

Glory to the Making Game

One step, two step, up and down

Fight boys, Fight boys for that crown

Cracking heat and drenching rain

Glory to the Making Game

Pick your poison, knife or blade

See that slacker in your shade

Make him pay boy, make him pay!

Glory to the Making Game

Wipe your tears and dry your face

Congrats my lad, you’re in first place

A good hot shower’s all you need

To wipe you clean of word and deed

And when you come back here again

Glory to the Making Game