Eighth grade

Away football game

There's a chill in the air

Mouthpieces and Gatorade

My girlfriend's a cheerleader

I'm infatuated

With the girl, with the game

My shoulderpads are too small

My helmet's way too big

My uniform's too clean

I haven't touched the ball

She's watching me again

O God, please, make the coach put me in

I know what it feels like

To be second string

Well, I know what it feels like

To just sit on the bench

And watch your friends play

And wonder why you're even on the team

I know, second string

First date

I just got my driver's license

There's fog on the road

We're lost and really late

Driving Mama's car

The wrong way on an exit ramp

I know what it feels like

To be second string

Ooh, I know what it feels like

To just sit on the bench

And watch your friends play

And wonder why you're even on the team

I know, second string

Long time ago

There was a shepherd boy

He tended his sheep

He was of Jesse's line

There was a war going on

When he got drafted by the Lord

Oh, no, no

His shoulder bones were too small

His suit of armor to big

His sword was way too heavy

Still he heeded the call

Armed with his faith

Five stones and a slingshot

I know what it feels like

To be second string

I know what it feels like

To just sit on the bench

And watch your friends play

Well, I know what it feels like

To be second string

I know what it feels like

To just sit on the bench

And watch your friends play

And wonder why you're even on the team

I know, I know, second string

I know, second string

Mmm, don't you know, I know

Oh, don't you know, I know, mmm...

I know how it feels, hey!