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Full Court Feast

Girard

Full Court Feast

(Verse 1)
It’s game night, the TV’s on,
The team’s out there, and we’re singin’ along.
Got the chips, the dip, and some wings on the side,
Every basket’s a reason to enjoy the ride.

The popcorn’s poppin’, the soda’s cold,
Jalapeño poppers, a feast to behold.
The crowd’s roaring loud, but I’m feeling at home,
With a table full of snacks, I’m never alone.

(Pre-Chorus)
The game’s heating up, and I’m taking my seat,
Got my favorite foods, and I’m feeling the beat.
This is how we do it, no reason to stress,
Celebrating hoops with a full-court feast.

(Chorus)
Full-court feast, we’re livin’ the dream,
Cheering on our team with a snack-filled stream.
From nachos to pizza, we got it all right here,
The game’s on the screen, but the food’s what’s near.
Full-court feast, oh, it’s a celebration,
Pass the wings, pour the drinks, this is pure elation!
Every dunk, every three, we’re living it up,
Full-court feast, we’re filling our cups!

(Verse 2)
Got the sliders stacked high, and the queso’s thick,
A touch of spice, man, that’s the trick.
The nachos are loaded, just like my dreams,
With sour cream and guac, it’s a game-time theme.

The pizza’s hot and fresh from the oven,
The crowd’s getting loud, yeah, we’re all lovin’.
The basket’s swishing, the team’s on fire,
And the snacks keep coming, taking us higher.

(Bridge)
We’re dunking in flavor, we’re shooting for taste,
No time for regrets, there’s no food to waste.
The halftime’s here, but the snacks don’t stop,
We’re munching and crunching, while the crowd hops.

(Outro)
As the buzzer rings, we all stand tall,
But it’s the full-court feast that we remember most of all.
Game’s over, the snacks are gone,
But next game night, we’ll be back before long.