might meet, Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar
The trophies on the mantel Are covered with dust, And the pretzels are from 1982 The soda from the bar Tastes just like rust, Nobody cares All Hail The Sportsman Bar Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar
Theres Mike Green, Hes fallen to his knees, Hes mumbling bout the State Street rock and roll They took away the booths, But unless they take the roof We will see you
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again here tomorrow
Say a prayer for friends Who passed away, Say a prayer for the lurkers And the losers And to all you
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bastards That moved out of town, Well see you
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at Thanksgiving At the Sportsman Bar Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar
Neds our man, With his Pabst Blue Ribbon can, Uh-oh, hes looking for a fight Hell punch you
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in the face, But its you
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r kind of place So well see you
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again here tomorrow
Everybodys drunk Everybodys drunk Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar