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Sophomore year
You rushed for an average
Of 8 1/3 yards per carry
All eyes were on you

Junior year
You blew your knee out
At an out-of-town game
Nowhere to go but
Down, down, down
Nothing but the ground
for you to fall to

By July
You’d made a whole bunch of new friends
People you used to look down on
And you’d figured out
A way to make real money
Giving Ns to your friends
And it felt stupendous:
Chrome spokes on your Japanese bike
But selling acid was a bad idea
And selling it to a cop was a worse one
And new laws said that
17-year-olds could do federal time
You were the first one,
so I sing this song for you
William Standaforth Donahue
Your grandfather rode the boat
Over from Ireland, but
You made a bad decision or two.
Sophomore year   You rushed for an average    Of 8 1/3 yards per carry   All eyes were on you      Junior year   You blew your knee out   At an out-of-town game   Nowhere to go but    Down, down, down   Nothing but the ground    for you to fall to      By July   You’d made a whole bunch of new friends   People you used to look down on   And you’d figured out   A way to make real money   Giving Ns to your friends    And it felt stupendous:   Chrome spokes on your Japanese bike   But selling acid was a bad idea   And selling it to a cop was a worse one   And new laws said that    17-year-olds could do federal time   You were the first one,    so I sing this song for you   William Standaforth Donahue   Your grandfather rode the boat    Over from Ireland, but   You made a bad decision or two.