Please don't curse that boy down there
He is my son, you see;
He's only just a boy you know,
He means the world to me.
I did not raise my son, dear fan,
For you to call him names;
He may not be a super-star
And these are high school games.
So please don't knock those boys down there,
They do the best they can;
They've never tried to lose a game,
They're boys and you're a fan.
The game belongs to them, you see
You're really just a guest;
They do not need a fan who gripes,
They need the very best.
If you have nothing nice to say,
Please leave the boys alone;
And if you have no manners,
Then please just stay at home.
So, please don't curse those boys down there,
They'll hustle 'til they're done;
And win or lose or tie, you see
To us, THEY"RE NUMBER ONE!!!
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