Hook 'Em, Stupid Man!

Lyrics

“Stupid, Stupid Man” Steve King’s Game-Day Diss Track [Intro] Yeah—Texas in the house! John King already knows what time it is. Steve, stay in your lane, brother. Hook ’em! [Verse 1] Steve King talking like he’s running the team, Saying Arch Manning ain’t as good as he seems. Watching from the couch with a drink in his hand, Making bold predictions he don’t understand. Steve says, “Arch ain’t worth all that cash,” John says, “Little brother, better pump those brakes fast. He’s worth every nickel, every dollar, every dime— Just give that young quarterback a little more time.” [Pre-Chorus] Steve keeps talking, but he don’t have a plan, John shakes his head: “You don’t understand.” Ohio State’s coming—hear the whole crowd roar, Arch takes the snap, now he’s looking to score! [Chorus] Stupid, stupid man—Steve, stay in your lane! You don’t know football, quit calling the game. Stupid, stupid man—with your armchair plan, Arch is worth every dime—just ask your brother John King, man! Stupid, stupid man—better take back the doubt, When the Longhorns score, hear the whole place shout! Burnt orange rising, taking over the land— Steve King, Steve King, you’re a stupid, stupid man! [Texas Dance Break] Swing your partner ’round and ’round, Arch throws deep—touchdown bound! Swing your partner ’round and ’round, Steve King’s predictions falling to the ground! Swing your partner ’round and ’round, Burnt orange pride all over town! Swing your partner ’round and ’round, John King’s laughing—“How you like him now?” Swing your partner ’round and ’round, Swing your partner ’round and ’round, Swing your partner ’round and ’round— Steve, stay in your lane and sit back down! [Verse 2] John King laughing, saying, “Wait and you’ll see, Arch is the future of the whole SEC.” Steve keeps chirping like he’s breaking down film, But he couldn’t call a play at the neighborhood gym. Arch in the pocket, cool under attack, Reads that defense, then he fires it back. Buckeyes coming, but the Horns stand tall— Steve’s football knowledge ain’t knowledge at all! [Call and Response] Who said Arch couldn’t play? Steve King! Who knows better anyway? John King! Who’s worth every single dime? Arch Manning! Who needs to stay inside his lane? Steve King! Swing your partner ’round and ’round! Steve, stay in your lane! Swing your partner ’round and ’round! Quit trying to call the game! Swing your partner ’round and ’round! Arch is touchdown bound! Swing your partner ’round and ’round! Steve, sit your fool self down! [Chorus] Stupid, stupid man—Steve, stay in your lane! You don’t know football, quit calling the game. Stupid, stupid man—with your armchair plan, Arch is worth every dime—just ask your brother John King, man! Stupid, stupid man—better take back the doubt, When the Longhorns score, hear the whole place shout! Burnt orange rising, taking over the land— Steve King, Steve King, you’re a stupid, stupid man! [Final Verse] When Arch throws deep and the scoreboard shines, John’s gonna yell, “Told you—worth every dime!” Steve will sit quiet with his head in his hands, While Texas celebrates all across the stands. No more predictions, no more hot takes, You’ve already made all the noise you should make. Leave football to John—he understands the plan, And take this hook home, you stupid, stupid man! [Final Dance Chant] Swing your partner ’round and ’round, Swing your partner ’round and ’round! Arch goes up—the Buckeyes go down, Swing your partner ’round and ’round! Swing your partner ’round and ’round, Swing your partner ’round and ’round! John King’s smiling, Steve King frowns— Swing your partner ’round and ’round! Stay—in—your—lane! Stay—in—your—lane! Steve don’t know football— Stay—in—your—lane! Arch! Arch! Worth every dime! Texas Longhorns—it’s winning time! Hook ’em!