Steve Azar The Coach
Silver whistle and an old clipboard
A polo shirt and a pair of gray shorts
In that summer haze, remember those two a days
Tougher than a 10 pound sack of nails
He’d throw down his hat and start to yell
At the top of his lungs, front and center, son
What were you thinkin’ on that play?
Take a lap and when you come back
Maybe you’ll do things my way
Let me tell you why I don’t let things slide
If you can live through me, boy, you can get through life
‘Round here what I say goes ‘cause I’m the coach
I broke his rules and I rode the bench
I was pretty good, I could run, I could catch
Told him that ain’t fair
He just gave me that concrete stare
He said son, in life there’s two referees
One you can and cannot see
And win or lose, well, that’s up to you
What were you thinkin’ on that play?
Take a lap and when you come back
Maybe you’ll do things my way
Let me tell you why I don’t let things slide
If you can live through me, boy, you can get through life
‘Round here what I say goes ‘cause I’m the coach
I’m the coach
I hadn’t seen him in years
But it was music to my ears
When I stopped by practice today
His hair’s a little grayer
He’s got him a new crop of players
Ah, but one thing hasn’t changed
What were you thinkin’ on that play?
Take a lap and when you come back
Maybe you’ll do things my way
Let me tell you why I don’t let things slide
If you can live through me, you can get through life
‘Round here what I say goes, out here what I say goes
‘Cause I’m the coach, I’m the coach, I’m the coach
