[Chorus]
It’s the sport of kings, better than Diamond Rings
That’s why we’re here to sing
Football
Sunday in the snow, referee’s whistle blows
We’ve been warriors toe-to-toe
Football

[Verse 1]
For Old Timers, do you remember the names?
Like Bronco Nagurski and Nightrain Lane
Bulldog Turner, my man Sam Huff
In the snow and mud, they were still real tough
Crazylegs Hirsch and remember Raymond Berry?
Ask me if they hit hard and I’ll say “Very!”
Paul Christian, Buddy Young, Lenny Moore
It’s them I adore, they seem to always score
Ed Sprinkle, defensive end for those years
Gene “Big Daddy” Lipscomb was the man to fear
You had Steven Van Buren and Otto Graham
Johnny Unitas had the arm of a Superman
We had Charley Trippi and Gino Marchetti
If you’re searching for a champion, they’re your best bet!
Wish I could quarterback like Johnny Lujack
Or even Sid Luckman as a matter of fact
Do you remember Red Grange, the Galloping Ghost
He could do a ninety-five running coast-to-coast
You had Norm Van Brocklin, a real great player
So swift with his moves that he could be mayor
Y.A. Tittle, Ollie Matson, Hey!
I remember all those guys, from back in the day
[Chorus]
It’s the sport of kings, better than Diamond Rings
That’s why we’re here to sing
Football
Sunday in the snow, referee’s whistle blows
Weekend warriors toe-to-toe
Football

Football
Football
Football