quick 16.
...So i’m sat with my feet up, watchin’ the game
it’s that Saturday fever, you’re prolly the same
Half sunk bottle mislaid somewhere in the kitchen
but if you got up midgame right there, then you’d miss it!
You stare at the picture in front of yourself,
the chair that you’re sitting in’s comfy as hell
You grunt and you yell at each flag or a call
like ‘somebody help him,’ or ‘pass him the ball!’
If they happened to score while you searched for ya drink
you’d be mad at ‘em for it, but youre thirsty as shit
There's an urge to resist as you’re watching fixated
you're certain to miss it, you’ve got to be patient
The bottles there waiting for you to take
& it's so hot you can taste it, from a room away!
Refs resumin’ play when you wanna see more cards then flags
its hard here man, I truly hate me bein’ an armchair fan…
haha!
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