Lyrics
[Intro lively electric guitar riff with a strong beat]
Welcome to O’Shai Fantasy League, where the stakes are high,
Austin’s our commish, the GOAT, no lie,
He won that first title back in ‘17,
Now he’s watching us fight, like it’s a crazy scene.
Trent’s stuck in the middle, can’t reach the crown,
Always mid, man, he’s bringing us down,
Edie’s got rings, but man, he hit the floor,
Last place got him down, doing stand-up for sure.
[Chorus with playful, anthemic energy]
In O’Shai Fantasy League, we’re all here to brawl,
Talking trash, making picks, having a ball,
When the heat is on, we don’t take flight,
If you’re not ready, then step out of the light.
[Verse 2 with a humorous twist]
Mitch sells lemonade, but his team’s just sour,
Can’t brew up wins, can’t find the power,
Shawn’s Packers are his pride, but just like his crew,
They get close to glory, but can’t break through.
Reece’s team is a storm, causing a fuss,
Loves the weather, but winning’s a must,
Jordan’s flying high, on that Eagle’s wing,
He’s got that ring, now he’s living like a king.
[Chorus with extra punch, bass thumping]
In O’Shai Fantasy League, we’re all here to brawl,
Talking trash, making picks, having a ball,
When the heat is on, we don’t take flight,
If you’re not ready, then step out of the light.
[Bridge with a strong, twangy lead guitar]
Griff’s been missing, since 2018’s show,
But we remember the year he stole the glow,
Pat’s the rookie, coming in hot,
Aiming to prove he’s got more than just talk.
TJ’s got stocks, hoping they’ll rise,
But it’s his fantasy team that needs the prize,
Austin’s the GOAT, our commish for life,
We might argue politics, but football’s our life.
[Chorus final with full band, crowd chant feel]
In O’Shai Fantasy League, we’re all here to brawl,
Talking trash, making picks, having a ball,
When the heat is on, we don’t take flight,
If you’re not ready, then step out of the light.
[Outro with a powerful guitar solo, fading to laughter]
So here’s to O’Shai, where legends are born,
We fight for the top, and laugh at the scorn,
Austin’s our commish, and we’re all in the game,
United in football, chasing glory and fame.