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Can you really consider it a rite of passage

If you never even let him pass?

But you could never help being such a badass

Ripping 'round in your black Trans Am

Never let 'em tell you it’s going outta style

That you’re the last of a dying breed

We can still rule it all from the top row

Of the Lieder Field nosebleeds

If it’s all been done, we’ll do it all again

Some friends stay put, some friends have left

We still got us, yeah to hell with them

We can always kick it in our basements

And I can wear my dad’s old softball jacket

From the year they were county champs

And we can play a show at the American Legion

Like we did with our high school bands

I saw you slumped against the wall

You were starting at a Baywatch poster on the door

Sucking on the end of a dying cigarette

I guess the glory days are back once more

From way up here on the overpass

We can watch 'em all just racing past

We’re killing time and crushing cans

We’re forever champs

Whoa, we are the champions

We are the champions

We are the champs of the basement

Whoa, we are the champions

We are the champions

We are the champs of the basement

If we miss our glory days

We’ll turn back the clock so they always stay

The world used to be such a smaller place

In the basement, everything will be okay

Let 'em jam up the highway

Let 'em gridlock 78

When they come for us it won’t matter

Baby, nobody’s getting away

Whoa, we are the champions

We are the champions

We are the champs of the basement

Whoa, we are the champions

We are the champions

We are the champs of the basement

If we miss our glory days

We’ll turn back the clock so they always stay

The world used to be such a smaller place

Lock me in and tell me it’ll be okay

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