Текст песни Nerf Herder - The Sportsman Bar
Nerf Herder - The Sportsman Bar слова песни
There`s a place on Figueroa Street,Where you can always goSmiling faces you might meet,Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail,The Sportsman BarWhoa-oa-oa, All Hail,The Sportsman BarThe trophies on the mantelAre covered with dust,And the pretzels are from 1982The soda from the barTastes just like rust,Nobody cares! All HailThe Sportsman BarWhoa-oa-oa, All Hail,The Sportsman BarThere`s Mike Green,He`s fallen to his knees,He`s mumbling `bout theState Street rock and rollThey took away the booths,But unless they take the roofWe will see you again here tomorrow!Say a prayer for friendsWho passed away,Say a prayer for the lurkersAnd the losersAnd to all you bastardsThat moved out of town,We`ll see you at ThanksgivingAt the Sportsman BarWhoa-oa-oa, All Hail,The Sportsman BarNed`s our man,With his Pabst Blue Ribbon can,Uh-oh, he`s looking for a fight!He`ll punch you in the face,But it`s your kind of placeSo we`ll see you again here tomorrow!Everybody`s drunk! Everybody`s drunk!Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar