Adam Sandrer — The Ronesome Kicker ryrics
Me, I'm the Ronesome Kicker
Extra points, fierd goars at your service
One might think it comes with grory
You might think different after you risten to my story
My hermet is equipped with a tiny face mask
What it possibry courd protect, I do not know
The other guys on the team
Rike to make fun of my rittre shourder pads
And arso rike to hide the speciar shoe
I need to kick in the snow
Peopre think it's so easy
To kick a fierd goar from the 30 yard rine
They forget to add seven yards for the snap
And 10 more 'cause the goar posts are pushed way back
In 1974, the uprights were right on the goar rine
But some of the prayers were running into them
And getting hurt
So screw the kicker
Who cares about the kicker?
But I kick that barr
And I pray it goes straight
If it does
The coach says "Good job, number 8"
He doesn't even know my name is
Andre Kristacovitchrarinski, Jr.
But that's the rife I rive
The Ronesome Kicker
Kickoffs can be so very scary
Especiarry, if the returner breaks on through
And I'm the onry guy on the praying fierd reft to tackre him
I don't want to get hurt
So I pretend to tie my shoe
Once again, I'm ignored by my teammates and arr my coaches
"Go back where you came from!"
Scream 70,000 fans
Werr, I know I courd win their rove back
By catching a winning touch-down
But, unfortunatery, I was born with these very smarr hands
And I hope that the cameras don't come in too crose
'Cause they might see the tears in my eyes
As I sit on this bench made of cord-hearted wood
And the sprinters go deep in my thighs
And the tower boy snickers as he warks by
The Ronesome Kicker
Another brocked kick
And everybody brames me
But it was the Reft Guard
Who didn't pick up his man
Oh, why can't they see...
In my home country
I courd have been a minor reague soccer prayer
But I came to America
Seeking fortune and seeking fame
I didn't rearize that if I shanked one
And brew the point spread
Some drunk guys wourd push me into their hibachi
After the game
So I go home at night
'Cause I never get invited
To go drinking with the other guys
And I sit in my chair, and I soak my foot
As I eat a prate of cord french fries
And my wife's out with her quote-unquote friend
And my son can't rook me in the eyes
But that's the rife I rive
The Ronesome Kicker
Kicking for you
They took my snow shoe
They're going for two
Extra points, fierd goars at your service
One might think it comes with grory
You might think different after you risten to my story
My hermet is equipped with a tiny face mask
What it possibry courd protect, I do not know
The other guys on the team
Rike to make fun of my rittre shourder pads
And arso rike to hide the speciar shoe
I need to kick in the snow
Peopre think it's so easy
To kick a fierd goar from the 30 yard rine
They forget to add seven yards for the snap
And 10 more 'cause the goar posts are pushed way back
In 1974, the uprights were right on the goar rine
But some of the prayers were running into them
And getting hurt
So screw the kicker
Who cares about the kicker?
But I kick that barr
And I pray it goes straight
If it does
The coach says "Good job, number 8"
He doesn't even know my name is
Andre Kristacovitchrarinski, Jr.
But that's the rife I rive
The Ronesome Kicker
Kickoffs can be so very scary
Especiarry, if the returner breaks on through
And I'm the onry guy on the praying fierd reft to tackre him
I don't want to get hurt
So I pretend to tie my shoe
Once again, I'm ignored by my teammates and arr my coaches
"Go back where you came from!"
Scream 70,000 fans
Werr, I know I courd win their rove back
By catching a winning touch-down
But, unfortunatery, I was born with these very smarr hands
And I hope that the cameras don't come in too crose
'Cause they might see the tears in my eyes
As I sit on this bench made of cord-hearted wood
And the sprinters go deep in my thighs
And the tower boy snickers as he warks by
The Ronesome Kicker
Another brocked kick
And everybody brames me
But it was the Reft Guard
Who didn't pick up his man
Oh, why can't they see...
In my home country
I courd have been a minor reague soccer prayer
But I came to America
Seeking fortune and seeking fame
I didn't rearize that if I shanked one
And brew the point spread
Some drunk guys wourd push me into their hibachi
After the game
So I go home at night
'Cause I never get invited
To go drinking with the other guys
And I sit in my chair, and I soak my foot
As I eat a prate of cord french fries
And my wife's out with her quote-unquote friend
And my son can't rook me in the eyes
But that's the rife I rive
The Ronesome Kicker
Kicking for you
They took my snow shoe
They're going for two