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[Intro: 1985 Cotton Bowl Game Announcer] "Three wide-receivers out to the right...Flutie flushed... Throws it down...Caught by Boston College! I don't believe it! It's a TOUCHDOWN, TOUCHDOWN, TOUCHDOWN! [Verse 1: Uptown] Put me in the game coach, we runnin' out of time Aaron Rodgers for the Father how I'm trying to drop these dimes Give em' the Gospel, tell em' He's risen, Hike it and pitch it, enemy's blitzing I got the vision, time to go get it, reppin' the Saints, Jameis Winston So coach me up, You call the play. No audiblay, I mean audible Victory, that's our common goal and I'm Doug Flutie in the Cotton Bowl (85') Scoring Touchdowns on a tough crowd, cause we're not home but He's coming soon To take us there, to the Upper Room cause He's #1, no Warren Moon [Verse 1: Hizway] They call me crazy lately, when I say the GOAT's not Brady Your opinion doesn't phase me cause I know the One who made me Squad is far from fantasy, we been chosen by the Three God the Father, Christ the Son and The Spirit Holy Like "Kaep" I take knee before I settle for Three I only want touchdowns when I'm playing for the King 2-Minute drill it's the last days, running hard like Vick in the 'A' We got one play called the narrow way to go Mile High like Elway [Chorus] Throw the Hail Mary, only got one shot Whole squad going hard if there's time on the clock Call it, DOUG - FLUTIE - DOUG - FLUTIE DOUG - FLUTIE - DOUG - FLUTIE Throw the Hail Mary, only got one shot Have faith, never stop, if there's time on the clock Do the, DOUG - FLUTIE - DOUG - FLUTIE DOUG - FLUTIE - DOUG - FLUTIE [Verse 2: V.Givens] My Father God the Triple Crown, like Stafford to Cooper Kupp Father, Son, Holy Spirit, when ya feeling empty He'll fill your cup My God controls the game from the scrimmage just like Peyton Manning The enemy had a plan, hit him with the "Omaha", he can't stand it Despite the season we gon' stay planted. If you far away the Word hits deep Like Josh Allen from the Bills, He's not concerned with the lacks of skills Long as we operate in His will, we're just soldiers on His field Like #1 from the Bears, our opponent's tough but we don't care! [Verse 2: Eric Cohen] Aikman steps up to the Center. He takes the snap he's stepping back Airs it out to Michael Irvin, pin-drop silence in the stands Flying over players' heads. Hits his target in the hands Crowd is in an uproar, hear the people cry and chant Let's compare the decibels, diving deep what do I see? Multitude of angels, worshipping our G-O-D Screaming loud the heavens shake, can't wait to see the King Hail Mary in the endzone, like Aikman did in 93'! [Chorus] Throw the Hail Mary, only got one shot Whole squad going hard if there's time on the clock Call it, DOUG - FLUTIE - DOUG - FLUTIE DOUG - FLUTIE - DOUG - FLUTIE Throw the Hail Mary, only got one shot Have faith, never stop, if there's time on the clock Do the, DOUG - FLUTIE - DOUG - FLUTIE DOUG - FLUTIE - DOUG - FLUTIE (Touchdown!) [Outro: Game Announcer] "Unbelievable, I don't believe it Phelan is at the bottom of that pile Here comes the Boston College team. He threw it into the endzone. There was no time left on the clock!" [Outro/Chorus] Hail Mary, got one shot Never stop, time on the clock DOUG - FLUTIE - DOUG - FLUTIE DOUG - FLUTIE - DOUG - FLUTIE Touchdown! (Doug) Touchdown! (Doug) Touchdown! (Doug)...