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Dirk's back!
Dirk's back at the line, again.
Dirk's back!
Dirk's back at the line, again.

Travelin' down the lane alone
Until the limelight of June.
Dirk's looking for ol' Kenny Mauer
Who's crazy as a loon.
Refs keep givin' Dirk those calls
After he done caught their eye.
Ref turned to give Dirk a wink.
That make this grown man cry.

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Come easy, go sleazy,
All night until the rising sun.
Refs called all the shots last night,
I'm like a loaded gun.
Peelin' off my boots and chaps,
I'm saddle sore.
Fourth quarter felt like I was on the rack.
I scream, “No more!”
Fools' gold, those refs were out of their minds.
Their calls were soaking wet,
No tongue's drier than mine!
I'll scream if Dirk gets back.

Dirk's back at the line again.
Dirk's back!
Dirk's back at the line again.
I'm writhing, I'm loading up my pistol.
I'm writhing, I really got a fistful.
I'm writhing, we're shining up our paddle.
I'm writhing, Blazers ain't gonna rattle.

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Refs should die!
Refs should die!
Refs should die, already.