Well a nickel is a nickel, yeah, yeah.
And a dime is a dime, yeah, yeah.
If you go to TJ, you know your doing fine, yeah, yeah.
Do that stuff, oh do that stuff.
The TJ cheerleaders were really looking good tonight. Much better than my ninth grade football team–we were getting beat 42 to 0.
One play late in the game, a bone-jarring tackle, left me unconscious lying flat on my back. Apparently two cheerleaders walked over to check on me. I woke up and was looking up at their bodies. My friend, wide receiver, Snydo, said that when they put me in the ambulance, it looked like I had a stiffy.
This is what legends are made of.