Story of a backyard dream Running from my enemies But the ducks are lined up one by one Sitting on the the barrel of my run and gun I see title rings Straight through the tire swing Hang my title hopes On every frozen rope Can I be can I be can I be Can I be the quarterback They'll say Can I have can I have can I have Can I have your autograph Tales of a young child prodigy Livin out his backyard fantasy Yes I'm the quarterback backyard king Put my autograph on the memory I see title rings Straight through the tire swing Hang my title hopes On every frozen rope Can I be the quarterback Can I have your autograph