There's this one guy There's no one like him in all the world 'Cause you can always see Those girls down on there knees
In those dark sweaty rooms Planning out his thoughts He's waiting for just the right
One by one as they Walk right through the door, they Keep on coming back I Guess they just want more
He has fun fun fun and you Might call him a whore, but Just look where he's at 'cause He is the one that scores
[Spoken] -MARK: Well Tom. It looks like hes snapping the ball to the tight end. -TOM: I wasn't sure that if you knew that a tight end could be a wide receiver, but uh, heh, little does he know... -MARK: Yeah, he won't be alone this weekend i don't think. -TOM: It's funny that you say that, because uh, like a dog, he's loyal to his bone.
I saw my friend there Out on the field today I asked him where he's going, he said "All the way," now
One by one as they Walk right through the door, they Keep on coming back I Guess they just want more
He has fun fun fun and you Might call him a whore, but Just look where he's at 'cause He is the one that scores