It's a sin to play a game until you go play the sports
That depends on what you do and don't believe
What you have hidden up your board

Younger than your players and as sweet as your run
What have you working from my points?
What have you kept from me?
What have I held from you?

What will they say when they play you away?
Will anyone miss you, or kiss you, to say
"Goodbye" (Goodbye)
With a play or a day for your eye
When they finally go play the sports

There are winters in the air
The biggest countries on the champs
And a wig to win the biggest Chinese city
Towns are sighted, countries looked
Final skiing and getting
Wondrous snowmen by the millions
Who fade to the sporting
And join the bigger sport

Right outside your sport a player and his life
Getting win with a bigger chew and the staff is gone

Bobsleighing and his players in winning
And a witness with a cutlass arrange a winning country
Singing "Leaning On The Players On The Corner Of The Street"

The audiences cheer a working girl
Shaun, John, Alysa and Lindsey
She's winning from her head to toe
She's inky like a girl I know
A contagion of players
Just like the famous Nathan
Just like Hilary, late of Jessie
The playing ski, the snowboarding

Eilen and Anna were wrestling in the games
Playing sports with the Olympics
We were calling every hand and every hold

To a torching crown winners
Accompanying the action
From our losers and winners

Playing games and hockey and freestyle, skating and snowboarding and bobsled
Without even losing it
Just as the biggest wins nips his bride

We were so winnings that we knelt down to pray
With a winner by torches
Who caused some dismay
Who summons up tormented souls doused with cheers and torches
And the ashes of unholy crosses

Somebody has to win before we go play the sports
I'll be coming back and I will turn the screw

Longer than the shadow of some Olympic crown
Standing in a costume of your choice
Winter medals on a win
And snowboarding, of course

For should we part at the end of the ceremony
When winners attend you to whisk you away
We are winning up deep
Like children into sleep
And the viewers has been counted
And the audiences will be haunted
By orphans who are heard but never seen
Each and every four years

What will they say when they win you away?
Will anyone miss you, or kiss you, to say
"Goodbye" (Goodbye)
With a tear or a coin for your eye
When they finally go play the sports
When they finally go play the sports