No Gut, No Glory

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No Gut, No GloryBluto was a big ol' frat boykeg pumps were his fav'rite toyshis Pantera t-shirt packed alotta flabcos drinkin' bubbles n barleygave that jolly kid a gnarleyset of doughy twelve-pack absthis guy on the wrestling teamstarted braggin' loud n meanand daring Bluto to wrestle himpeople started cheerin' Blutowhen he used Budweiser judorolled over and got him pinnedhe laughed "no gut, no gloryif you wanna be great just pull your own weightthen throw it aroundany ounce of sense can see the best defenseis measured by the poundthey say no pain no gainbut that's just half the storywhen all was said and done the reason I wonis no gut, no glory"come Thanksgiving dayBluto turned on the gamewith friends n cousins at his parents' homeand when the game was overBluto was far from soberwhen they started a game of their ownwell, Bluto got picked lastand though he wasn't fastit took five to bring him to the groundby the time he was tackledribs were sore...brains were rattledhe scored ten beers and eight touchdownshe laughed "no gut, no gloryif you wanna be great just pull your own weightthen throw it aroundany ounce of sense can see the best defenseis measured by the poundthey say no brain no painbut that's just half the storywhen all was said and done the reason I wonis no gut, no glory"no gut, no gloryno gut, no glory(c)2006 Robert George