S.F.L.B.
You walk around town in your new leather boots.
Going out to bars, cranking up your favorite tunes.
KNAC is pumping while you're pitting and you're jumping.
Your front is short and your back is very long.
No matter how you comb it, it still looks very wrong.
Just look into a mirror and a dumb-ass you will see.
You're just a stupid jock with an S.F.L.B.
No helmet, no pads, no skin-tight pants.
Why must you act stupid and fucking slam-dance?
It really feels good to fight for no reason,
Just because FOOTBALL is out of season!!
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