When I Take The Field On Friday

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
[?] 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
[?] 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
[?] in ecstasy
That so hard to be

When I take the field on Friday
I'm gonna have it my way
[?] in ecstasy
That so hard to be

When I take the field on Friday
I'm gonna have it my way
[?] in ecstasy
That so hard to be