[Intro]
How 'bout them hogs?
Right!
Ooh-wah-ooh! Ooh-wah-ooh!

[Verse 1]
You really like gorillas? We've got just the pet for you
It's the way you're forced to act to survive our schools
Make your whole life revolve around sports
Walk tough, don't act too smart
Be a mean machine and then we'll let you get ahead

[Chorus]
Jock-o-Rama, save my soul
We're under the thumb of the Beef Patrol
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls

[Refrain]
Ooh-wah-ooh! Ooh-wah-ooh!

[Verse 2]
Pep rally in the holy temple and you're forced to go
Masturbate en masse with the favored religious cult
Cheerleaders yell, "Rah, rah, team"
From the locker room parades the prime beef
When archaeologists dig this up, they'll either laugh or cry
[Chorus]
Jock-o-Rama on the brain
Redneck-athon drivin' me insane
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls

[Refrain]
Ooh-wah-ooh! Ooh-wah-ooh!
Ooh-wah-ooh! Wah-oh, wah-oh!

[Verse 3]
Unzip that old-time religion on the almighty football field
Beer bellies of all ages, come in to watch the gladiators bleed
(Ooh-wah-ooh, oh-wah-ooh)
"Now, boys, this game ain't played for fun
You're going out there to win
How do ya win? Get out there and snap the other guy's knee!"

[Interlude]
Beat 'em up! Beat 'em up! Rah, rah, rah!
Snap those spinal cords, ha-ha-ha!
Beat 'em up! Beat 'em up! Rah, rah, rah!
Snap those spinal cords, ha! ha! ha!

[Bridge 1]
The star quarterback lies injured
Unconscious on the football field
Looks like his neck is broken
Seems to happen somewhere every year
His mom and dad clutch themselves and cry
Their favorite son will never walk again
Coach says, "That boy gave a hundred percent
What spirit, what a man"
[Bridge 2]
But who cares? Game's over
Let's go get wasted, man
To the 7-Eleven, to the liquor store
Let's party all night and party some more

[Verse 3]
Another Trans-Am's wrapped itself around a telephone pole
"I ain't drunk, officer, I just fell gettin' out of my car"
"Don't worry about it, son, we were that way when we were young
You've got all the skills to make a damn good businessman
Hook 'em Horns!"

[Chorus]
Jock-o-Rama, save my soul
We're under the thumb of the Beef Patrol
The future of America is in their hands
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls

[Outro]
Jock-o-Rama, that's the law
Come lick the butts of the Beef Patrol
If the future of America is handed to them
Watch it roll over Niagara Falls, falls, falls, falls, falls