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It's seven o'clock on a Sundayyy
The deep bombs are ready for Hill
There's an old man sitting next to me
Makin' love to his barbecue grill
He says, "Son, can you make me a memory
I'm not really sure how it goes
But it's got a drum beat and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man's clothes"
La la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Sling us a bomb, you're the patty man
Sling us a bomb tonight
Well, we're all in the mood for a memory
And you're lookin' left to throw right
Now John out West is no friend of mine
He usually gets swept, you see
And he's quick with a bust and his defense has rust
But there's someplace that he'd rather be
He says, "Hill, I believe he is killing me"
As Tyreek ran away with this face
"Well I'm sure my team isn't getting far
I might as well be in last place"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Now Phil is a really old noodle arm
Who never had time to pull out
And he never beat Brady, so he's poppin' out babies
And probably will be for life
But my own team is practicing scores for six
As I fire deep to the end zone
Yes, we're sharing a place we call Arrowhead
Because I'm ****ing Patrick Mahomes
Sling us a bomb, you're the patty man
Sling us a bomb tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a memory
And you're lookin' left to throw right
It's a pretty good crowd for a Sunday
And old Andy gives me a smile
'Cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see
To forget about life for a while
And this place, it sounds like a Kingdom
And the microphone smells of good cheer
And they sit in the stands and make noise with their hands
And say, "Mahomes, can I buy you a beer!?"
Oh, la la la, di da da
La la, di da da da dum
Sling us a bomb, you're the patty man
Sling us a bomb tonight
Well we're all in the mood for a memory
And you're lookin' left to throw right
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