Steve Azar - The Coach lyrics

Silver whistle and an old clipboard A polo shirt and a pair of gray shorts In that summer haze, remember those two a days Tougher than a 10 pound sack of nails He'd throw down his hat and start to yell At the top of his lungs, front and center, son What were you thinkin' on that play? Take a lap and when you come back Maybe you'll do things my way Let me tell you why I don't let things slide If you can live through me, boy, you can get through life 'Round here what I say goes 'cause I'm the coach I broke his rules and I rode the bench I was pretty good, I could run, I could catch Told him that ain't fair He just gave me that concrete stare He said son, in life there's two referees One you can and cannot see And win or lose, well, that's up to you What were you thinkin' on that play? Take a lap and when you come back Maybe you'll do things my way Let me tell you why I don't let things slide If you can live through me, boy, you can get through life 'Round here what I say goes 'cause I'm the coach I'm the coach I hadn't seen him in years But it was music to my ears When I stopped by practice today His hair's a little grayer He's got him a new crop of players Ah, but one thing hasn't changed What were you thinkin' on that play? Take a lap and when you come back Maybe you'll do things my way Let me tell you why I don't let things slide If you can live through me, you can get through life 'Round here what I say goes, out here what I say goes 'Cause I'm the coach, I'm the coach, I'm the coach