She's 34
Two years divorced
Sick of being bored
About to throw that saddle back on that horse
He's 39
Way past his prime
Came out of retirement
Everybody said he done lost his mind
They look at him now
Packing in that crowd
Just one more touchdown
And he's Super Bowl bound
It ain't over
'Til you say it is
Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
If it's still got a little bit of fizz
Little bit of hop left in that frog
Little bit of bark left in that dog
There might not be a lot of roll
Left in that stone
Still a little chicken left on that bone
That GTO
It might be old
But truth be told
Underneath that rust is a heart of gold
It's a fixer-upper
Every night after supper
He'll twist and yank and make it crank
Until that thing burns rubber
But it ain't over
'Til you say it is
Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
If it's still got a little bit of fizz
Little bit of juke left in that jive
Little bit of honey left in that hive
There might not be a lot of roll
Left in that stone
Still a little chicken left on that bone
Get some dust on them boots
Kick the rust off the bucket
What you got to lose?
Nothin'
No, it ain't over
'Til you say it is
Don't pour out your Coca-Cola
If it's still got a little bit of fizz
Little bit of tick left in that tock
Little bit of click left in that clock
There might not be a lot of roll
Left in that stone
Still a little chicken left on that bone
