When it comes to football it’s all about the ball it’s got nothing to do with skill or giving our fans a thrill
When I cozy up behind the hiker and give the call to begin the game he snaps the ball into my hands as the crowd screams from the stands
Then I make my famous moves to the left, maybe right, maybe back either to pass the ball or, to hand it off to a running back
Where the ball goes, nobody knows just me – in my moment of glory whether the ball is soft or hard I can’t be bothered or give a worry
Seems strange to me about the air inside the ball – being such a big crime they check the pressure when we start why not each quarter, or, during half time
Whether a ball is soft or hard at game’s end no difference to me or any team mate we’re here to play our best on game day not to deflate ***** or litigate