Lyrics

GAME TIME
© Kurt Hagan & Rand Bishop
Verse 1
It's a pre-game show at a roadhouse bar
The music's pumped up just like the players are
Satin versus denim, smooth against rough
They're eyein' each other and sizin' up
It's almost time to start
"Put her drink on my tab, Joe"
Joe winks, 'cause then you know
CHORUS 1
It's Game Time
Who is gonna take the lead
It's Game Time
Guess we'll have to wait and see
They're fanning flames and takin' names, all eyes on the prize
At Game Time
VERSE 2
He makes a joke that makes her laugh
Moves over one seat just to close the gap
She tosses her hair and touches his knee
He thinks he's on a winning streak
But you can't be sure of that
It's the planet's oldest sport
Playin' hard and tryin' to score
CHORUS 2
It's Game Time
You give it everything you got
It's Game Time
The competition's getting hot
FromTampa Bay all the way to L.A. a million neon signs
Flash "Game Time"
VERSE 3
They're down to the wire, the room goes still
When a woman strides in tall stiletto heels
Her tiny micro mini shiny leather skirt
Has got that boy by the eyeballs
She's playin' dirty and?


CHORUS 3
It's Game Time
Now we got a free-for-all
It's Game Time
Joe is yellin' out "Last call!"
You chase you race for first place so come back tomorrow night for
Game Time