There comes a time In every young boy's 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 you've 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 you've 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 you've got what it takes You know what practice makes P-E-R-F-E-C-T Only good enough for me Practice.