There's this one guy

There's no one like him in all the world

'Cause you can always see

Those girls down on there knees

In those dark sweaty rooms

Planning out his thoughts

He's waiting for just the right

One by one as they

Walk right through the door, they

Keep on coming back I

Guess they just want more

He has fun fun fun as you

Might call him a whore, but

Just look where he's at 'cause

He is the one that scores

I saw my friend there

Out on the field today

I asked him where he's going, he said