Superbowl Time
Oh joy, it's Superbowl time again.
A bunch of drunks invading the den.
I'm just here to cook and clean,
Bite my tongue and not be mean
And of course fetch and serve for these men.
I don't have an interest in football.
It's all greek to me the signals they call
But listening to them shout
Leaves absolutely no doubt
That the Superbowl is best of them all.
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