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Go Pack go till the scoreboard dips Susan's all in till the
good luck slips
She paints her cheeks on a Sunday noon
Posts a heart by the first big tune
When they're up she's queen of the couch Calling every drive,
standing proud and loud But one bad pick and the mop comes
out
She's wiping counters while she pouts Love you boys,
no wait, never mind Next first down and she's back in line
Every snap is a wedding ring
Every sack makes the doorbell sting
She is faithful for a minute or two Till the score
says something new
Susan, Susan, fair-weather cheesehead heart Falling in love then falling apart If
they're winning you're waving your green and gold If they're losing you're
folding clothes Susan, Susan,
every play rewrites the truth One more touchdown and you're back for
the proof Third and long and she's loading the wash Says this
team is completely lost
Then a busted run turns into six Now she's kissing the air
like destiny hits She names the dog after the quarterback Then a
fumble and she takes it back
She's sweeping rage through the kitchen tile Till a field goal makes
her reconciled She's got a broom in one hand,
hope in the other Swears she's done,
then she runs to recover Monday comes and she'll say she believed
all along Susan, Susan,
fair-weather cheesehead heart Falling in love then
falling
apart If they're winning you're waving your green and gold If they're
losing you're folding clothes Susan,
Susan, every play rewrites the truth One more touchdown and you're back
for the
proof
Go Pack go, till the spin cycle starts Susan's living by the
box score heart
(hey) back again when the drive looks good