Sparks - When I Take The Field On Friday lyrics
[Sparks - When I Take The Field On Friday lyrics]
See the line of bottoms bounce
On every stirring play
That I will make when I face any foe
On Friday nights home or away
But, thoughts of bottoms have to
Wait 'til post-game socialties
And then I'll ask the coach if it's okay
He'll just wink and walk away
When I take the field on friday
I'm gonna have it my way
I'm a Yankee in ecstasy that so hard to be?
Indeed that is so very hard to be
I'll beat the great the new great, too
And beat the in between
Until there's no one left to beat
And then I'll beat 'em for a second time
When I'm forced to hit the turf
It's usually okay i get the sympathetic
Silence resurrected everyday
When I take the field on Friday
I'm gonna have it my way
I'm a Yankee in ecstasy that so hard to be?
Indeed that is so very hard to be
He's got a tin ear, got a tin ear
But, it doesn't matter now
He hears the crowds that's good enough
It's such a very lovely sound
See the line of bottom's bounce
On every stirring play
That I will make when I face any foe
Friday nights home or away
But thoughts of bottoms have to
Wait 'til post-game socialties
And then I'll ask the coach if it's okay
He'll just wink and walk away
When I take the field on Friday
I'm gonna have it my way
I'm a Yankee in ecstasy that so hard to be?
When I take the field on Friday
I'm gonna have it my way
I'm a Yankee in ecstasy that so hard to be?
When I take the field on Friday
I'm gonna have it my way
I'm a Yankee in ecstasy that so hard to be?
On every stirring play
That I will make when I face any foe
On Friday nights home or away
But, thoughts of bottoms have to
Wait 'til post-game socialties
And then I'll ask the coach if it's okay
He'll just wink and walk away
When I take the field on friday
I'm gonna have it my way
I'm a Yankee in ecstasy that so hard to be?
Indeed that is so very hard to be
I'll beat the great the new great, too
And beat the in between
Until there's no one left to beat
And then I'll beat 'em for a second time
When I'm forced to hit the turf
It's usually okay i get the sympathetic
Silence resurrected everyday
When I take the field on Friday
I'm gonna have it my way
I'm a Yankee in ecstasy that so hard to be?
Indeed that is so very hard to be
He's got a tin ear, got a tin ear
But, it doesn't matter now
He hears the crowds that's good enough
It's such a very lovely sound
See the line of bottom's bounce
On every stirring play
That I will make when I face any foe
Friday nights home or away
But thoughts of bottoms have to
Wait 'til post-game socialties
And then I'll ask the coach if it's okay
He'll just wink and walk away
When I take the field on Friday
I'm gonna have it my way
I'm a Yankee in ecstasy that so hard to be?
When I take the field on Friday
I'm gonna have it my way
I'm a Yankee in ecstasy that so hard to be?
When I take the field on Friday
I'm gonna have it my way
I'm a Yankee in ecstasy that so hard to be?