Sunday without Football

When I was a boy, I'd get up real early

I'd go to church, where I'd try not to snore
We'd rush home real quick, and sit on the sofa
And for the next three hours I'd cheer for the Vikings to score

So won't you take me back, to the football season?
Where happiness lives and memories are made
It's only the spring, but I'm getting quite antsy
And as draft day nears, my anxiety won't fade

So I'll surf the web for mock drafts and rumors
I'll keep up to date with free agency
At night I'll dream of my fantasy draft
And I'll read Peter King Religiously

So won't you take me back to the football season?
Where happiness lives and memories are made
It's only the spring, but I'm getting quite antsy
And as draft day nears, my anxiety won't fade