Lyrics:

One man's grinning from behind the net
Waits 'til the camera's adjusted
Don't you worry 'bout the flak you'll get?
Aren't you scared of getting busted?
The ball gets booted, it hits the crossbeam
Up goes the banner, John 3:16

Oh, he don't worry 'bout the critics
(They tow the line)
He don't worry 'bout the cynics
(They live to whine)
He ain't gonna change the world
But he knows who can
Bannerman

Prime time football in the Buffalo snow
Freezing his little epidermis
Lifts that banner at the first field goal
Drinks clam chowder from a thermos
He's never missed a game, he never spells it wrong
He never talks back when they tell him 'move along'

Oh, he don't worry 'bout the critics
(They'll howl for days)
He don't worry bout the cynics
(They navel-gaze)
He ain't gonna change the world
But he knows who can
Bannerman

Sports fans everywhere are dying for a drink
But they've gotta find the well first
One man's ready with a banner and a wink
A whole lotta souls are getting well-versed
Every time I see him, I smile a little more
I can't help praying for another high score

Oh, he don't worry 'bout the critics
(They'll howl for days)
He don't worry bout the cynics
(They navel-gaze)
He ain't gonna change the world
But he knows who can
Bannerman

He don't worry 'bout the critics
(They've met their match)
No, he don't worry 'bout the cynics
(They sniff and scratch)
He ain't gonna change the world
But he knows who can
Bannerman