We Like Sportz Lyrics - Incredibad - The Lonely Island

Jorma: Hello? 

Kiv: Hi, do you want to go to a party with me? 

Jorma: No. The game's on. 

Kiv: Oh, I almost forgot. I'll be right there. 

We like sportz and we don't care who knows 

From shooting hoops, to the Super Bowl 

We like sportz and we don't care who knows 

Football Football Football. Tennis. Hockey. Golf. 

The game is starting everyone is here, 

I got my snacks, my friends, and a beer 

Just two normal guyz hanging out having fun 

Kiv: Right guy number 2? 

Jorma: Yeah guy number 1. 

E to the S to the P to the N 

Is all I watch cause I'm the man 

If my team loses I'll be mean all night 

If you tell me to relax we'll get in a fight 

Watching sportz with girls is a pain 

They don't know the rules; there's no time to explain 

Single, double, triple, home-run 

For the celebration I'll shoot my gun 

I like my friend, he's a real guys guy 

He's not a loud-mouth like that cunt-hole Steve 

We like sportz and we don't care who knows 

From Wimbledon to the Astrodome 

We like sportz and we don't care who knows 

Football Football Football. Tennis. Hockey. Golf. 

Now when I say "sportz", you say "nutz" 

"Sportz!" 

"Nutz!" 

"Sportz!" 

"Nutz!" 

When I say "cheating", you say "sux" 

"Cheating!" 

"Sux!" 

"Cheating!" 

"Sux!" 

I drink whiskey cause I like the taste 

You think its bitter but I think its great 

I also drink whiskey and we smoke cigars 

Don't believe me? Smell our cars 

We're real men, and we like sportz 

If you say we're not then we'll see you in court 

Jorma: I'm team captain and I choose you 

Kiv: I'm the other team captain and I choose you too 

We steal the ball and we're off to the races 

Then scare the other team with our mad dog faces like, 

What what what what what what. 

What what what what what what. 

We like sportz and we don't care who knows 

From the pregame toast to the wrap-up show 

We like sportz and we don't care who knows 

Football Football Football. Tennis. Hockey. Golf. 

Kiv: Throw me the baseball. 

Jorma: Now toss me the pig skin. 

Kiv: Now feed me the rock. 

Jorma: Now give me the rock.