Lyrics Steve Taylor

Steve Taylor

Bannerman

One man's grinning from behind the net

Waits 'til the camera's adjusted

Don't you worry 'bout the flak you'll get?

Aren't you scared of getting busted?

The ball gets booted

It hits the crossbeam

Up goes the banner

"JOHN 3:16"

He don't worry 'bout the critics

They tow the line

He don't worry 'bout the cynics

They live to whine

He ain't gonna change the world

But he knows who can

Bannerman

Prime time football in the Buffalo snow

Freezing his little epidermis

Lifts that banner at the first field goal

Drinks clam chowder from a thermos

He's never missed a game

He never spells it wrong

He never talks back when they tell him "Move Along"

He don't worry 'bout the critics

They'll howl for days

He don't worry 'bout the cynics

They navel-gaze

He ain't gonna change the world

But he knows who can

Bannerman

Sports fans everywhere dying for a drink

But they've gotta find the well first

One man's ready with a banner and a wink

A whole lotta souls are getting well-versed

Every time I see him

I smile a little more

I can't help praying for another high score

He don't worry 'bout the critics

They'll howl for days

He don't worry 'bout the cynics

They navel-gaze

He ain't gonna change the world

But he knows who can

Bannerman

He don't worry 'bout the critics

They've met their match

He don't worry 'bout the cynics

They sniff and scratch

He ain't gonna change the world

But he knows who can

Bannerman