Well, sir, there's nothing on earth
Like a genuine, bona fide
Electrified, eleven-man margin play
What'd I say?
Margin play
What's it called?
Margin play
That's right! Margin play
Margin play
Margin play
Margin play
I hear that play style is often clowned
The wins are always big and abound
Is there a chance the offense could fail?
Not on your life, it's an easy sail
What about us brain-dead fans?
You'll still sit there in the stands
Were you sent here by the Devil?
No, good sir, I'm on the level
The ring came off my Coors Light can
Take my pen knife, my good man
I swear it's Iowa State's only choice
Throw up your hands and raise your voice
Margin play
What's it called?
Margin play
Once again
Margin play
But our offense is still all cracked and broken
Sorry, all, the mob has spoken
Margin play!
Margin play!
Margin play!
Margin play!
Margin, d'oh!