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Put me in coach, I am ready to play,
No more killin' time to just kill time, eh?
I've considered the green, I've judged the lay.

Enough cancelled skies, no more rain delay,
I'll take the baton, run in the relay,
Flyin' in the grass, playin' on the clay.

I'll keep obligations, right on the lines,
Look for my signature, look for my signs,
Ev'ryone's gonna see Heaven's own pines.

No more hangin' 'bout, take my piece of tree,
I'll make the pitch, swing for the bleechers, see?
Now, I'm gonna make it the game of me.

It's somethin', somethin' fierce still lovin' you,
Open the Sports Illustrated tissue
I'll be healed of all that ol' scar issue.

That gem y'know: best offense, good defense,
As for the best defense: "let's not take offense..."
Ask me, though, I say, "What's the difference?"

'Cause I'm here t'argue each and ev'ry call,
So, y'all best keep yer eyes on that there ball
While I'm pointin' out where I'll best the wall.

We are so sad and know not why, do we?
Cities teamin' with teams, incitin' glee,
Makes ya happy playin' the game of me.

There's great int'rest in me joinin' some club,
C'mon, I am the Walk-On,  "...there's the rub.",
Believe me, they'll raise a cheer in the pub.

Get 'em goin', watch me winnin' the pitch,
Home v. Away's all the same to me, Hitch,
Just spell my name right, I've got that same itch.

I'm ridin' high 'gain, that ol' powered horse,
Acing the course again, of course, of course,
But, I won't use "...a little too much Force."

No more just watchin' all them people bleed,
I'll be on guard 'gain, "Oh, say can't you see?",
Lovin' the rush, winnin' the game of me.

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