It’s true. I admit it.
I don’t give a rat’s ass about the Super Bowl.
Patriots? Eagles? Who gives a shit?
I cared not a whit about Janet’s bare tit.
And if Sir Paul McCartney takes it right out
And waves it about, I won’t wail and shout.
Yeah, I’ll TiVo it. That way, I can watch the commercials at my convenience, without any useless football interruption.
But as for the game itself? Bread and circuses, friends. Bread and circuses. And me, I’d rather pay attention to the bread.