Lyrics

There’s Fritos on the table, in a plastic football tray
It’s the biggest sporting moment in the USA
I call my buddy Andy, and I make all the food
I greet him at the door and he yells “Dude!”

Wearin’ a football helmet, with beers on the top
So you can sip without your hands and don’t have to stop
He puts a rack of Guinness… in the cooler by me
I see his wife turn sideways and say to Marie…
“I’m not sure I like Superbowl Andy
I’m not sure I like the way he behaves
I’m not sure I like Superbowl Andy at all”

We’ve got blow up armchairs…inscribed with Miller Lite
And Cheesehead hats we purchased from the Packer’s site
But we prefer Seattle so we painted them blue
Green Bay’s not our team but Cheeseheads rule!

There’s hot and hotter hot wings, and dip t’cool’em off
And then we like to drench’em in Tabasco sauce
The girls are talking softly, when Andy hollers “SWEET!”
He needs a small reminder so his wife repeats….
“I’m not sure I like Superbowl Andy
I’m not sure I like the way he behaves
I’m not sure I like Superbowl Andy at all”
Solo
Bridge
We get so excited when our team begins to score
So I grab the football closest to the couch
I send Andy long but then he trips and starts to fall
I cringe in horror when he puts his helmet through the wall
“Im not sure I like Superbowl Andy
I’m not sure I like the way he behaves
I’m not sure I like Superbowl Andy at all”
Repeat with other voices
We’re not sure we like Superbowl Andy etc