With arms akimbo and wind swept hair
We taunt all our enemies because we don’t care
You cry and you sulk, when you cannot defeat us
Because we are the ones who have Jesus
With tripped up feet and a lot of sniffling and whimpering
You cry out in vain because you keep on losing
On the podium we stand proud and tall
For all to gaze on how our opponents fall
Our victims lay before us broken and crest fallen
And look up in the sky at a Jet as it is soarin
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