WoodsmanVol
It takes wisdom to understand wisdom.
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When healthy during games you could see him arrive, never late.
He stood six foot three and weighed two hundred eight
He had a well-built torso and was sort of narrow at the hip
Now, sure opposing players could give him trashing talking lip
But it would But it's cost them later as the game went on
Big Juan, Big Juan
Big Bad Juan
He didn’t bark, nonetheless, they called him ‘Dog.’ I’ll tell you why later.
He liked scoring but liked knocking players on their asses better.
He liked bulldozing, ground-pounding, and pile driving foes.
For the sake of seeing blood spurting from their nose.
Somebody said he came here from Murfreesboro.
Got in a fight with a man over a rabbit meat burrito.
He hit the fellow hard with his stone-like hand.
The guy didn’t die but still lives believing he’s Peter Pan
Big Juan, Big Juan
Big Bad Juan
Then came the day his beaten-up team lost all hope.
He told his guys, “Stand up. These menstrual muppets are a joke.
Exhausted teammates panted thought the game was as good as done.
And everybody thought time was against them, except Juan.
Down the sidelines running like a bat out of hell. Six points.
Over the middle catch, bulling 60 yards more, his team knew this version well. Six points again.
Grabbed a deflected pass, got hit hard, gave out a pained groan
Without any blocking but lots of opponent knocking, he struggled home. Six points more.
Big Juan, Big Juan
Big Bad Juan
Now I know these words are long and lame.
But it’s how Juan will help his team win games.
Big Juan, Big Juan
Big Bad Juan
He stood six foot three and weighed two hundred eight
He had a well-built torso and was sort of narrow at the hip
Now, sure opposing players could give him trashing talking lip
But it would But it's cost them later as the game went on
Big Juan, Big Juan
Big Bad Juan
He didn’t bark, nonetheless, they called him ‘Dog.’ I’ll tell you why later.
He liked scoring but liked knocking players on their asses better.
He liked bulldozing, ground-pounding, and pile driving foes.
For the sake of seeing blood spurting from their nose.
Somebody said he came here from Murfreesboro.
Got in a fight with a man over a rabbit meat burrito.
He hit the fellow hard with his stone-like hand.
The guy didn’t die but still lives believing he’s Peter Pan
Big Juan, Big Juan
Big Bad Juan
Then came the day his beaten-up team lost all hope.
He told his guys, “Stand up. These menstrual muppets are a joke.
Exhausted teammates panted thought the game was as good as done.
And everybody thought time was against them, except Juan.
Down the sidelines running like a bat out of hell. Six points.
Over the middle catch, bulling 60 yards more, his team knew this version well. Six points again.
Grabbed a deflected pass, got hit hard, gave out a pained groan
Without any blocking but lots of opponent knocking, he struggled home. Six points more.
Big Juan, Big Juan
Big Bad Juan
Now I know these words are long and lame.
But it’s how Juan will help his team win games.
Big Juan, Big Juan
Big Bad Juan
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