I win some gains.
I'm a beefy, large contender.
I am big-boned.
Glaring at the defense, plant my cleats and pose,
As the restive, howlin', vi'lent crowd explodes.
I like to block.
I am a lineman.

I make holes,
With force that's mean and mighty,
That runs may penetrate.
I'm out there in the trenches, benches make me lame.
I'm smacking and I'm shoving, out to maim.
I like to block.
I am a lineman.

Don't talk or jump
Till I've heard the word to go.
I'm leery of a penalty.
I'm so averse to blunders that lead to flags applied.
With my measured shoves, I shred the other side.
I like to block.
I am a lineman.

I have the backs
And the throwing team I'm protecting.
I am needed as a starter.
Chiding bulky goons, lacing them with wounds.
I crush those bums, and no one crushes me.
I like to block.
I am a lineman.

And to block is my game,
And a lineman's over-sized.