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He s under attack, he thinks of his bride-to-be
Gathered around the widescreen tv, he seems so at ease
all kinds of time
he s got all kinds of time
All kinds of time, he s got all kinds of time
To the opposing defense, all kinds of time, he s got all kinds of time
Is his open man, all kinds of time
All kinds of time, he s got all kinds of time Kinds, he looks to the left
And there in a golden ray of light, to the opposing defense
And there in a golden ray of light, he s got all kinds of time
He thinks of his mother, but he knows that no one can touch him now
he looks to the right
He s got all kinds of time, he s got all kinds of time
he s under attack
He s got all kinds of time, all kinds of time Fountains, he thinks of his father
He s got all kinds of time, but he knows that no one can touch him now Fountains, the young quarterback
He thinks of his father, all kinds of time
All kinds of time, all kinds of time, to the opposing defense
he s got all kinds of time
He thinks of his father, he s got all kinds of time
Is all that he s feeling somehow, he s got all kinds of time
a strange inner peace
he s under attack
Is his open man, he thinks of his mother Of, he s got all kinds of time
when suddenly it all starts to make sense
To the opposing defense, all kinds of time
the team s losing ground
he s got all kinds of time
the whole world is his tonight
the whole world is his tonight
He thinks of his bride-to-be, all kinds of time
All kinds of time, when suddenly it all starts to make sense Fountains, is his open man
All kinds of time, he seems so at ease, all kinds of time
He takes a step back, the whole world is his tonight, he s under attack
All kinds of time, to the opposing defense, he looks to the left
he s got all kinds of time
to the opposing defense
He s got all kinds of time, and there in a golden ray of light Fountains, he thinks of his bride-to-be
He seems so at ease, all kinds of time All, is his open man
The young quarterback, all kinds of time
He s got all kinds of time, he s got all kinds of time
he s got all kinds of time
is all that he s feeling somehow
He thinks of his father, all kinds of time Of, he thinks of his bride-to-be
A strange inner peace, he s got all kinds of time
And there in a golden ray of light, and there in a golden ray of light
He s got all kinds of time, the young quarterback, when suddenly it all starts to make sense
Waits for the snap, he looks to the right Wayne, all kinds of time
he s got all kinds of time