Superbowl Andy

There's Fritos on the table, in a plastic football tray

It's the biggest sporting moment in the USA

So I call my buddy Andy, and I make all the food

I greet him at the door and he yells "dude!"

Wearin' a football helmet, with beers on the top

So you can sip without your hands and don't have to stop

He puts a rack of Guinness in the cooler by me

I see his wife turn sideways and say to Marie

I'm not sure I like, Superbowl Andy

I'm not sure I like, the way he behaves

I'm not sure I like, Superbowl Andy at all

We've got blow up, armchair

Inscribed with Miller lite

And cheesehead hats we purchased from the Packer's site

But we prefer Seattle, so we painted them blue

Green bay's not our team but cheeseheads rule!

There's hot and hotter hot wings, and dip t'cool'em off

And then we like to drench'em in tabasco sauce

The girls are talking softly, when Andy hollers "Sweet!"

He needs a small reminder so his wife repeats

I'm not sure I like, Superbowl Andy

I'm not sure I like, the way he behaves

I'm not sure I like, Superbowl Andy at all"

We get so excited when our team begins to score

So I grab the football closest to the couch

I send Andy long but then he trips and starts to fall

I cringe in horror when he puts his helmet through the wall

I'm not sure I like, (are you ready yet?) Superbowl Andy

I'm not sure I like, the way he behaves (I thought you are fans)

I'm not sure I like, Superbowl Andy at all

(let go, you saw)

We're not sure we like, Superbowl Andy

We're not sure we like, the way he behaves

We're not sure we like, Superbowl Andy at all

We're not sure we like, Superbowl Andy at all

We're not sure we like, Superbowl Andy at all