CHRIS BRITTON'S IN!
We have no hope;
They lead by twelve.
We surely cannot win.
This is game toast,
I’ll tell you why,
Out on the mound:
CHRIS BRITTON’S IN!
The party’s done,
The crowd has left,
It’s time to cap the beer.
I’m feeling sick,
I cannot breathe,
I’m going to heave:
CHRIS BRITTON’S HERE!
I’ve had enough.
Can’t take no more.
No reason and no rhyme.
Please put the gun,
Right to my head,
And blow it off,
CHRIS BRITTON TIME!
They lead by twelve.
We surely cannot win.
This is game toast,
I’ll tell you why,
Out on the mound:
CHRIS BRITTON’S IN!
The party’s done,
The crowd has left,
It’s time to cap the beer.
I’m feeling sick,
I cannot breathe,
I’m going to heave:
CHRIS BRITTON’S HERE!
I’ve had enough.
Can’t take no more.
No reason and no rhyme.
Please put the gun,
Right to my head,
And blow it off,
CHRIS BRITTON TIME!
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1 comment:
This team sucks.
Chris Britton's here.
And Cash still has a job.
That's amazing.
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