Well the crowd was getting rasty
And they murmured and they roared
They were lookin' for some action
Counting down from forty-four!

And nobody knew which way was up
On that dark and chilly day
But the bets were on the Khandu Kids
And the forty-five of Kay.

The big guys on the other side
They snarled and piled it on,
One of our boys got a broken arm,
Our momentum weas all gone!

They blocked us running east and west
And knocked us on our asses,
And pigpiled on the quarterback
And knocled down all his passes.

So thinks were looking pretty grim
For the Khandu Kids that day,
But we weren't about to give up hope
Or the Forty Five of Kay!