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Music is sport come gather round the court come sweat and scream for your favorite team as you cheer and down a beer you're thinkin' that they could be back in form this year they're sportin' all the name gear they got the shoulder smackin' corperate backin' lights are blarin' things are happenin' you see the media sacharine glisting on their tongues they'll be climbing up the rungs to the top of the industry enchelons keep it goin' on cause they did not come to play they came to win pro' like them know loosing is a sin and when it comes down to handling their balls these boys give their all with hand to eye down the line superfine control backhand forehand underhand powerplays they'll be leavin all the opposition in a stunned daze fast man they leave the rest behind you'll find they always have the last laugh as the crowd roars Music is sport (x2) The fests are the test they're like the musical olympics or like the grand final meets without the seats its band versus band in an actioned pack day of non stop playoff wheres the fuckin' payoff one gets the mic one makes the pass one executes the play time for a mexican wave crowd goes wild for racket skills I teach lessons in regressions but I sure don't pay the bills what the hell we hittin' for record companies keepin' score trying to get the shiny plaque - trophies for the office wall pumping out the hits to feed the media blitz now watch the swollen champs pour the champers on bikini clad tits busted through a banner backstage high five and then we pray to god before we play to the throbbing mob so if you're ever on the sidelines or sweating on the court just remember my friends Music is sport (x4) |