Channing’s Crazy Gridiron Groove
(whistle
blow)
Yo,
check the air pressure on this dude
He's got laces and feelings,
man (hahaha)
Brown pebbled leather, fresh out the crate
Name's Channing and I'm living at ninety-eight
PSI? Nah, keep me pumped to thirteen
Prettiest pigskin that you ever seen
Quarterback grabbed me, squeezed my waist
Tossed me fifty yards right in the safety's face
I was flying through the clouds like a leather jet
Now I'm stuck inside a sweaty guy's helmet netting (let me
out!)
They call him Channing!
(Channing!) Spiral in the air!
Tackled on the turf,
got turf in his hair!
(he don't even have hair!)
Channing the football, taking the flight
From Sunday afternoon straight to Monday night!
Fourth and inches, here comes the spike
Smacked on the grass,
yo that's not what I like!
Ref picked me up,
gave my seams a little wipe
Said "Channing you a legend,
believe the hype"
Then the kicker stepped up with a pointy toe Sent me through
the uprights, watch me go!
Field goal good! Fans going insane I'm just dizzy with a migraine
in the rain (woooo!)
I didn't choose the pigskin life
The laces chose me (they chose him!) Ten thousand pounds crashing over
the pile And I'm just grinning like a football smile Get ready
for the launch!
They call him Channing!
(Channing!) Spiral in the air!
Tackled on the turf,
got turf in his hair!
(still no hair!) Channing the football,
taking the flight
From Sunday afternoon straight to Monday night!
Touchdown baby!
(deflating air hiss: pssssst)
Man, someone grab the pump
I'm like half an atmosphere right now
Channing out
Catch y'all next Thursday (hahaha)