I implore someone.
His balls are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's semen on his pants already, Pards' spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks smug and ready to drop bombs,
But the team keep on ignoring what he wrote down,
The whole crowd goes so loud
He rocks a move, but the win won't come out
He's choking how, everybody's joking now
The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow!
Snap back to reality. Oh, there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Alan, he choked
The fucking cunt
You're a father of two, Dave.