Letras: Home Grown. That's Business. S.F.L.B..

You walk around town in your new leather boots
Going out to bars, cranking up your favorite tunes
KNAC is pumping while you're pitting and you're jumping

Your front is short and your back is very long
No matter how you comb it, it still looks very wrong
Just look into a mirror and a dumb-ass you will see
You're just a stupid jock with an S.F.L.B.

No helmet, no pads, no skin-tight pants
Why must you act stupid and fucking slam-dance?
It really feels good to fight for no reason
Just because football is out of season