A Song, by Paul Johnson

 

via bluedevilnation.net

Coachin’ in Atlanta gets me fuckin’ pissed.
The nerds ‘round ev’ry corner don’t know football exists.
Lying in the shadows of the ACC
The option is your option. Fuck you, have some bees.

Bees, bees, bees, bees
Fuck you, have some bees.
The option is your option
Fuck you, have some bees.

When a QB passes, I tell his sorry ass
"You run the fucking football, if you don’t like it kiss my ass."
I know I rhymed "ass" with "ass," but I don’t give a fuck.
The option is your option. Fuck you, have some bees.

Bees, bees, bees, bees
Fuck you, have some bees.
The option is your option
Fuck you, have some bees.

Just before the ballgame, I show up in a truck.
Someone asks me something, but I don’t give a fuck.
Chuck Norris has a nightmare, and who d'ya think he sees?
The option is your option. Fuck you have some bees.

Bees, bees, bees, bees
Fuck you, have some bees.
The option is your option
Fuck you, have some bees.

I thought this song was stupid when it left the gate.
There’s plenty more important, like Clean Ol’ Fashioned Hate.
It’s time for rape and pillage, and killing Uga Threeve
The option is your option. Fuck you have some bees.

Bees, bees, bees, bees
Fuck you, have some bees.
The option is your option
Fuck you, have some bees.