In the day we slave it out in the classrooms of the Franco-American dream
At night  we run  through  fields of  glory  practicing with our team
Sprung from cradles and nursery schools
We're young, mean, and rotten.  Here come the Little Blues!
Baby, these kids kick the ball front and back
It's a death defense, a suicide attack
We're going to milk it while they're still young
'Cause tramps like that, baby we were born to run
 
 

Since 11/30/2004, Little Blue Fans Dropped By.

Last updated: Wed Dec 01, 2004

L:0