You flew to us from the far away island
Where the young ones — they are nimble and big.
And the Haka warrior dance is something of a warm up
To kick and throw a ball made out of pig
Growing up in sunny San Diego
Sometimes you spent your nights in the garage
Dreaming of the day you'd join the Chargers
Like a beaver goes to build its winter lodge
And oh, what the pounding gonna do
Oh, what the pounding gonna do…
To the locals you were the “Tasmanian Devil”
Though you were Samoan, but for white folks — close enough
Spinning and dancing in joy our laughing loony
Though the skull outside the brain is not so tough
Yeah, the helmet-to-helmet — was so awful effective
Break the camel at once no need for the straw
Such is the force of massive acceleration
No one yet has escaped Sir Isaac’s 2nd Law
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Now don’t you remember the blackouts -- the bolt of a moment
The stars in the bowl of your eye.
The silencing of medical science
While meeting with the doctors in disguise
In a hot rage — yeah, you probably slapped her
Then you strummed on your ukulele at rest
But the low-ending blues — finally wrapped around you
So you took the final round straight into your chest
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Still the fanatics fawn for more body kinetic
The owners rake in every buck
(The) Greying gladiators — teeter and totter
The NFL, well, they don't give a flying…
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