Before We Start
Please don't curse that boy down there
He is my son.
You see he's only just a boy,
You know he means the world to me.
I did not raise my son, dear fan
For you to call him names.
He may not be a superstar
And wrestling is not a game.
So please don't curse those boys down there
They do the best they can.
They never try to lose, you see,
Because they're boys and you're a man.
This match belongs to them,
You're really just a guest.
So they don't need a fan like you,
They need the very best.
So please don't curse these boys down there
Each one is his parent's son,
And win, lose, or draw
To us they're number one.