The Lonesome Kicker
(专辑: What's Your Name? - 1997)
Me, I'm the
Lonesome Kicker Extra points, field goals at your service One might think it comes with glory You might think different after you listen to my story My helmet is equipped with a
tiny face mask What it possibly could protect, I
do not know The
other guys on the
team Like to make fun of my little shoulder pads And also like to hide the
special shoe I
need to kick in the
snow People think it's so easy To kick a
field goal from the
30 yard line They forget to add seven yards for the
snap And 10 more 'cause the
goal posts are pushed way back In 1974, the
uprights were right on the
goal line But some of the
players were running into them And getting hurt So screw the
kicker Who cares about the
kicker? But I
kick that ball And I
pray it goes straight If it does The
coach says "Good job, number 8" He doesn't even know my name is Andre Kristacovitchlalinski, Jr. But that's the
life I
live The
Lonesome Kicker Kickoffs can be so very scary Especially, if the
returner breaks on through And I'm the
only guy on the
playing field left to tackle him I
don't want to get hurt So I
pretend to tie my shoe Once again, I'm ignored by my teammates and all my coaches "Go back where you came from!" Scream 70,000 fans Well, I
know I
could win their love back By catching a
winning touch-down But, unfortunately, I
was born with these very small hands And I
hope that the
cameras don't come in too close 'Cause they might see the
tears in my eyes As I
sit on this bench made of cold-hearted wood And the
splinters go deep in my thighs And the
towel boy snickers as he walks by The
Lonesome Kicker Another blocked kick And everybody blames me But it was the
Left Guard Who didn't pick up his man Oh, why can't they see... In my home country I
could have been a
minor league soccer player But I
came to America Seeking fortune and seeking fame I
didn't realize that if I
shanked one And blew the
point spread Some drunk guys would push me into their hibachi After the
game So I
go home at night 'Cause I
never get invited To go drinking with the
other guys And I
sit in my chair, and I
soak my foot As I
eat a
plate of cold french fries And my wife's out with her quote-unquote friend And my son can't look me in the
eyes But that's the
life I
live The
Lonesome Kicker Kicking for you They took my snow shoe They're going for two