Monday Morning Quarterback

(tune: Sunday Morning Coming Down,
Kris Kristofferson (1969)
sung by Johnny Cash)

Well, I wake up Monday morning
With no part of my body that doesn’t hurt.
And I feel a need for a beer so bad
But Coach says I gotta eat yoghurt.
Then I think about six sacks yesterday
And I still taste the turf and dirt.
Then I turn on the television set
And force myself to watch the game replay.

I’d tried my best the day before
With plays but nobody I was tricking.
I took the hike and watched them come at me
And soon our punter was again kicking.
Then they’d drive and score a touchdown
And I’d go back out for my next licking.
Then I could sit back on the bench
Thinkin’ I lost someway, somehow, again today.

Oh, a Sunday football defeat,
It can make me feel all alone.
Who else is there to take the blame
When my blockers leave me on my own?
And there is no use for crying
At twenty-five yards for first down.
I know the blitz is coming
And I will soon be on the ground.

At the park I saw a daddy
With his eager little son he’d brought to see
His first hometown pro football game
And I could hear them both booing me.
Oh, why do I play this game
When on every down for my life I must flee?
And it’s dragging down my career
Like my disappearing dreams of yesterday.

Oh, a Sunday football defeat,
It can make me feel all alone.
Who else is there to take the blame
When my blockers leave me on my own?
And there is no use for crying
At twenty-five yards for first down.
I know the blitz is coming
And I will soon be on the ground.