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music is sport come gather round the court come sweat and scream for your favourite team as you cheer and down a beer you think they're looking like they could be back in form this year; they're sporting all the name gear they got the shoulder-smacking corporate-backing lights ablaring things are happening you see the media sacarin glistening on their tongues they'll be climbing up the rungs to the top of the industry echelons keep it going on cos they didn't just come to play they came to win pros like them know losing is a sin and when it comes down to handling their balls these boys'll give it their all from hand to eye down the line super fine control backhand forehand underhand power plays they'll be leaving all the opposition in a stunned daze fast man they leave the rest behind you find they always have the last laugh as the crowd roar music is sport (x2) Letras de cancionesthe fests are the test they're like the musical olympics or like grand final meets without the seats it's band vs. band in an action packed day of non stop play off where's the fucking pay off? one gets the mic one makes the pass one executes the play time for a mexican wave crowd goes wild for racket skills i teach lessons in regression but it sure don't pay the bills what the hell we hitting for? record companies keeping score; trying to get those shiny plaqued trophies for the office wall pumping out the hits to feed the media blitz now watch the swollen champs blow the champers on bikini clad tits busted through a banner backstage high five and then we pray to god; before we play to the throbbing mob so if you're ever on the sideline or sweating on the court just remember my friends From Letras Mania