Every Super Bowel Sunday I sit upon the throne
Pinch off a loaf, I sweat and I groan
I reach into that bowl and roll my log into a ball
All of my friends I then call
Because on Super Bowel Sunday we play catch with our feces
We throw it around until it about falls to pieces
And when it's all crumbled I don't worry at all
Because I know that tomorrow I can shit a new ball
We take my round turd straight down to the park
We throw that turd around 'til way past dark
When we are done; we bring the game inside
And paint our faces with it to show our team pride
Because on Super Bowel Sunday we play catch with our feces
We throw it around until it about falls to pieces
And then when it's pulverized we take utensils and things
And have a second taste of my Super Bowel wings
As you can tell I love the Cleveland Browns
As I'm covered in brown from the head on down
Next Super Bowel Sunday you can play too
All you have to do is pick up your poo
Because on Super Bowel Sunday we play catch with our feces
We throw it around until it about falls to pieces
And when it's no more I don't put on a frown
Because later in my toilet my turd will make a touchdown
Woody Harding - Super Bowel Sunday Lyrics
Woody Harding - Super Bowel Sunday Lyrics
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Every Super Bowel Sunday I sit upon the throne
Pinch off a loaf, I sweat and I groan
I reach into that bowl and roll my log into a ball
All of my friends I then call
Because on Super Bowel Sunday we play catch with our feces
We throw it around until it about falls to pieces
And when it's all crumbled I don't worry at all
Because I know that tomorrow I can shit a new ball
We take my round turd straight down to the park
We throw that turd around 'til way past dark
When we are done; we bring the game inside
And paint our faces with it to show our team pride
Because on Super Bowel Sunday we play catch with our feces
We throw it around until it about falls to pieces
And then when it's pulverized we take utensils and things
And have a second taste of my Super Bowel wings
As you can tell I love the Cleveland Browns
As I'm covered in brown from the head on down
Next Super Bowel Sunday you can play too
All you have to do is pick up your poo
Because on Super Bowel Sunday we play catch with our feces
We throw it around until it about falls to pieces
And when it's no more I don't put on a frown
Because later in my toilet my turd will make a touchdown
Pinch off a loaf, I sweat and I groan
I reach into that bowl and roll my log into a ball
All of my friends I then call
Because on Super Bowel Sunday we play catch with our feces
We throw it around until it about falls to pieces
And when it's all crumbled I don't worry at all
Because I know that tomorrow I can shit a new ball
We take my round turd straight down to the park
We throw that turd around 'til way past dark
When we are done; we bring the game inside
And paint our faces with it to show our team pride
Because on Super Bowel Sunday we play catch with our feces
We throw it around until it about falls to pieces
And then when it's pulverized we take utensils and things
And have a second taste of my Super Bowel wings
As you can tell I love the Cleveland Browns
As I'm covered in brown from the head on down
Next Super Bowel Sunday you can play too
All you have to do is pick up your poo
Because on Super Bowel Sunday we play catch with our feces
We throw it around until it about falls to pieces
And when it's no more I don't put on a frown
Because later in my toilet my turd will make a touchdown
Writer: Woody Harding
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