music is sport
come gather round the court
come sweat and scream for your favourite team
as you cheer and down a beer
you think they're looking like they could be back in form this year;
they're sporting all the name gear
they got the shoulder-smacking corporate-backing
lights ablaring things are happening
you see the media sacarin glistening on their tongues
they'll be climbing up the rungs to the top of the industry echelons
keep it going on cos they didn't just come to play they came to win
pros like them know losing is a sin
and when it comes down to handling their balls
these boys'll give it their all from hand to eye
down the line super fine control
backhand forehand underhand power plays
they'll be leaving all the opposition in a stunned daze
fast man
they leave the rest behind
you find they always have the last laugh
as the crowd roar
music is sport (x2)
the fests are the test they're like the musical olympics
or like grand final meets without the seats
it's band vs. band in an action packed day of non stop play off
where's the fucking pay off?
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 regression but it sure don't pay the bills
what the hell we hitting for?
record companies keeping score;
trying to get those shiny plaqued trophies for the office wall
pumping out the hits to feed the media blitz
now watch the swollen champs blow 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 sideline or sweating on the court
just remember my friends
music is sport (x4)
