Game night, all night;
Here we go; I don’t know what to feel.
Been a long flight, an early-spring blight
In the Show where they go out with zeal.
Long time under the light
To watch a flailing team of the sorriest sight;
Goodbye, nine; when crossing the line,
Should we start up this game or go down in flame?
Bored games — a couch and beer, lazy,
Snored games — and every record tells it more:
Scored games — I don’t want to watch the
Bored games.
A lame team can’t build up their steam,
What we’re thinking they’ll do is stinking of poo.|
A claim: team ain’t what they seem,
But he’s flaunting dough — still, he’s wanting, though.
Game night under the light;
We wonder if there’s fans here but they’re nowhere in sight.
The ball is the same, but there’s no more than shame;
The owner is braying, but they keep on playing
Bored games — that’s all they get to do,
Snored games — and every record tells it more:
Scored games — Don’t want to watch the
Bored games.
So clear, so far away:
We watch ‘em fall apart and drop day beyond day.
An “oh dear” will mark a new play,
‘Cause if they want to win, one has to learn how to pay:
Bored games — always couch and beer, lazy;
Snored games — and every record tells it more:
All the scored games — I’d rather go and watch some odd
Board games.
Bored games — still the worst to see,
Snored games — yeah, there on Twins TV,
Scored games — what am I even saying?
Bored games — why are they even playing?