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There comes a time
In every young boys life
When he takes it in his hand for the first time
And holds it like a wife
Up there on his bunk
Full of dreams and fantasies
I guess a boy can't help himself
Doin' what comes naturally
Practice everyday
That what Master Sarge would say
S-P-O-R-T is good enough for me
If youâve got what it takes
You know what practice makes
P-E-R-F-E-C-T
Is good enough for me
Easin' it squeezin' it
For all he was worth
Clear with it zero it
Just wanna be first
Practice every day
That's what Master Sarge would say
S-P-O-R-T only enough for me
If youâve got what it takes
P-E-R-F-E-C-T
Is good enough for me
Sick of puttin' bullets in my gun
Tired of blisters on my thumb
It ain't a clip it's a magazine
It's a rifle not a gun son
Practice everyday
That what Master Sarge would say
S-P-O-R-T good enough for me
If youâve got what it takes
You know what practice makes
P-E-R-F-E-C-T
Only good enough for me
Practice.....
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