Lyrics:

Tom tells a story about this guy he knows who just gets all the girls.
Tom tries to understand why he does this, but in the end just resigns to being a bit useless around women.
There's this one guy, there's no one like him in all the world
Cause you can always see, those girls down on their knees
In those dark sweaty rooms
Planning out his thoughts, he's waiting for, just the right

One by one as they walk right through the door, they (Ah, ah, ah!)
Keep on coming back, I guess they just want more (Ah-ah-ah!)
He has fun, fun, fun and you might call him a whore, but (Ah, ah, ah!)
Just look where he's at cause, he is the one that scores (Ah-ah-ah!)

Well, Tom, it looks like he's passing the ball to his tight end
I wasn't sure if he knew that a tight end could be a wide receiver
But, uh, ha, but little does he know
Yeah, he won't be alone this weekend, I don't think
That's funny that you say that because, uh, like a dog, he's loyal to his bone

I saw my friend there, out on the field today
I asked him where he's going, he said
'All the way,' now

One by one as they walk right through the door, they (Ah, ah, ah!)
Keep on coming back, I guess they just want more (Ah-ah-ah!)
He has fun, fun, fun and you might call him a whore, but (Ah, ah, ah!)
Just look where he's at cause, he is the one that scores, go! (Ah-ah-ah!)