Coach was standing alone
With a wet megaphone
In the pouring rain
They thought he was insane
He’s got his plumsmugglers on
Singing a coach’s song
Playbook in his hand
Beneath the stadium stands
It’s not a threat, it’s a fact
We gotta win district back
We gotta clean up our act
It’s not a threat, it’s a fact
Just look up on that wall
The boys who won district before
Those are the faces of winners
That you see by the door
Rainwater streams off his brim
This town don’t believe in him
Those boys had no fear
Like a truck in winning gear
It’s not a threat, it’s a fact
We gotta win district back
This time there’s no looking back
It’s not a threat, it’s a fact
They haven’t won a game
But he’s got district dreams
He tackled himself
For the good of the team
Over a glass of wine
At the house with his wife
To bring that trophy in
He’d gladly give his life
It’s not a threat, it’s a fact
We gotta win district back
This time there’s no looking back
It’s not a threat, it’s a fact