The Sportsman Bar Lyrics - Nerf Herder

There's a place on Figueroa Street, 

Where you can always go 

Smiling faces you might meet, 

Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, 

The Sportsman Bar 

Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, 

The Sportsman Bar 

The trophies on the mantel 

Are covered with dust, 

And the pretzels are from 1982 

The soda from the bar 

Tastes just like rust, 

Nobody cares! All Hail 

The Sportsman Bar 

Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, 

The Sportsman Bar 

There's Mike Green, 

He's fallen to his knees, 

He's mumbling 'bout the 

State Street rock and roll 

They took away the booths, 

But unless they take the roof 

We will see you again here tomorrow! 

Say a prayer for friends 

Who passed away, 

Say a prayer for the lurkers 

And the losers 

And to all you bastards 

That moved out of town, 

We'll see you at Thanksgiving 

At the Sportsman Bar 

Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, 

The Sportsman Bar 

Ned's our man, 

With his Pabst Blue Ribbon can, 

Uh-oh, he's looking for a fight! 

He'll punch you in the face, 

But it's your kind of place 

So we'll see you again here tomorrow! 

Everybody's drunk! Everybody's drunk! 

Whoa-oa-oa, All Hail, The Sportsman Bar