Reggie drove like a tiger, at MacCulloch and Geiger.
Sailing down the lane with pride, bound for a big jam.
He was headed for the bucket, and he didn't want to chuck it
He wanted to finish it with a slam.

But Todd he never ever saw his teammate
And Bald guys with tempers can't hesitate.

There are... two bumbling hosses on the wrong side of a key play.
Why they can't play it smart, heaven only knows.
I guess it's, not what you think when you go to stop a drive, yeah
It's what up on the scoreboard where it shows.

That Geiger left a bloodstain, a gash worth 30 stitcher
And just general discontent when all was said and done.
Cuz MacCulloch had tripped him and it sent them both a flyin
In his quest to block a shot by 31.

That Geiger shouted "what the hell you thinking Ace?"
As he threw a left hook right at poor old Toddy's face

There are... two bumbling hosses on the wrong side of a key play.
Why they can't play it smart, heaven only knows.
I guess it's, not what you think when you go to stop a drive, yeah
It's what up on the scoreboard where it shows.

That's the story that old player told last Sunday.
As he held that bloody jersey up for all of us to see.
He said, bless my team and bless Matt Geiger, and the tiger
Who gave this failure to my daddy, that'll always haunt me.

There are... two bumbling hosses on the wrong side of a key play.
Why they can't play it smart, heaven only knows.
I guess it's, not what you think when you go to stop a drive, yeah
It's what up on the scoreboard where it shows.

There are... two bumbling hosses on the wrong side of... a key play...