Ole Fitz

 

Say hello to Grandma, say hello to Ole Fitz too.
Tell 'em all about their radical crew.
Tell 'em 'bout the Turkey Bowl, tell 'em 'bout the fishing holes.
Tell 'em all about their radical crew.

Times we went down to the wire, times our pants caught on fire.
Times we threw it up for grabs, times we drove 'em mad.
Times we felt the hands of God, times we knew we all got robbed.
The times don't always act like we want 'em to.

Sure you'll have a smile on your face, smirking like you knew 'bout grace.
How's it feel to have your sins washed clean for good?
Maybe the Cowboys'll make a run, prolly not the refs are bums.
Guess it'll all be just as it should.

Say hello to Grandma, say hello to Ole Fitz too.
Tell 'em all about their radical crew.
Tell 'em 'bout the Turkey Bowl, tell 'em 'bout the fishing holes.
Tell 'em all about their radical crew.

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