There's this one guy
There's no one like him in all the world
Because you can always see
Those girls down on their knees
In those dark sweaty rooms
Planning out his thoughts
He's waiting for just the right
One by one as they
Walk right through the door, they
Keep on coming back I
Guess they just want more
He has fun fun fun and you
Might call him a whore, but
Just look where he's at
'Cause he is the one that scores
I saw my friend there
Out on the field today
I asked him where he's going he said
"All the way," now
One by one as they
Walk right through the door, they
Keep on coming back I
Guess they just want more
He has fun fun fun and you
Might call him a whore, but
Just look where he's at
'Cause he is the one that scores |