Silver whistle and an old clipboard A polo shirt and a pair of gray shorts In that summer haze, remember those two a days Tougher than a 10 pound sack of nails Hed throw down his hat and start to yell At the top of his lungs, front and center, son What were you thinkin on that play? Take a lap and when you come back Maybe youll do things my way Let me tell you why I dont let things slide If you can live through me, boy, you can get through life Round here what I say goes cause Im the coach I broke his rules and I rode the bench I was pretty good, I could run, I could catch Told him that aint fair He just gave me that concrete stare He said son, in life theres two referees One you can and cannot see And win or lose, well, thats up to you What were you thinkin on that play? Take a lap and when you come back Maybe youll do things my way Let me tell you why I dont let things slide If you can live through me, boy, you can get through life Round here what I say goes cause Im the coach Im the coach I hadnt seen him in years But it was music to my ears When I stopped by practice today His hairs a little grayer Hes got him a new crop of players Ah, but one thing hasnt changed What were you thinkin on that play? Take a lap and when you come back Maybe youll do things my way Let me tell you why I dont let things slide If you can live through me, you can get through life Round here what I say goes, out here what I say goes Cause Im the coach, Im the coach, Im the coach
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