Well, the seasonand's finally here and the players hit the field and every man feels like a boy and every wife could kill. heand's been buying beer since august. running hot and running cold and thirty friends are on alert...thatand's all the den will hold!
Heand's the armchair quarterback heand's full of beer and full of snacks. the all-american man, with a cool one in his hand. the armchair quarterback heand's kind of fun and kind of fat. the all-american man, with a cool one in his hand.
Now if you stand and block the screen you may just lose your life and that goes for all thirty friends and the thirty friendsand' wives. then the den falls silent we just need a yard or two. they wouldnand't change that channel now if the rockettand's came on nude. the announcer agrees with the referee but the den does not at all. and thirty fists are clinched in hate and pound upon the wall. why any fool could see he made that first down when he dived! if howard cosell came in now heand'd never get out alive.
and'cause heand's the armchair quarterback heand's full of beer and full of snacks. the all-american man, with a cool one in his hand.
The wives are all disgusted and theyand're meeting in the yard on their way to wear the numbers off our credit cards (shop, shop, shop)
Heand's got his six year old son, billy, sittinand' on the floor. watching college wrap-up and writing down the scores. there stands uncle andy bending empty cans. andquot;for god sakes, andy, get that cool one out of billyand's hand!andquot;. well, what do you know itand's half time whereand's the bathroom tell me please. donand't go outside and'cause the neighbors dog bites everything he sees.
Well if they make it through the super bowl well sheand'll be happy then and'cause sheand'll get back her tv and heand'll give up the den. heand'll be tired and incoherent and he will not know his name. but heand'll lift one eyelid just to say: andquot;wake me up for the oland' score game!andquot; with a cool one in his hand.
Broken pretzles in the rug. the beer cans could be worse. sheand'll clean it up tomorrow and dread september first when once again...ha ha...
The seasonand's finally here and the players hit the field. and every man feels like a boy and every wife could kill. heand's been buying beer since august running hot and running cold. and thirty friends are on alert...thatand's all the den will hold.
Heand's the armchair quarterback heand's full of beer and full of snacks. the all-american man, with a cool one in his hand. yeah, the armchair quarterback heand's kind of fun and kind of fat. the all-american man, with a cool one in his hand.
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