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 and 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 "All the way, now"

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 and you Might call him a whore, but Just look where he's at 'cause He is the one that scores