The Game

by David McIntosh   Oct 11, 2005


You and me baby,
Watching the Game.
Hoping above all,
Things go our way.

It's tied in the fourth,
It's tied in OT.
If our team doesn't win,
Sad we will be.

A touchdown we scored,
It's their chance once more.
They tried and tried,
One -- Two -- Three -- Four.

We stopped them this time,
We dit it, We won.
Now it's our turn,
To have our own fun.

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