Boy, nothing gives me a bigger rush

Than watching you march on that field to crush

To bloody up the frayed, white flag

That the opponents are too confused to wag

Every other thought is laid to rest

Dominating stands as the ultimate test

You reign like a prince on your grassy throne

No backing down until you've busted every bone

I'm dying to try on that weapon of yours

That purple and white jersey that hands out the sores

You've got me tongue tied with a dash of regret

Makes me wonder why I haven't made a move on you yet

I'm sick to my stomach thinking this could be the night

This could be the final time to show them how we fight