They Did That Wave Thing

The score don’t matter when

You’re hanging with the crowd.

Sitting on yer ass when there’s a wave

It ain’t allowed.

You yell like the others ’til

Your voice is nearly gone.

Wearin’ copy uniforms and it will never dawn

Upon you

That you

Are not enjoying.

What they’re employing see

So annoyingly

You are not free.

You clap and holler like the others.

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