Triple Brads, One Team

Oh, Hoof Hearted, we’re back on the field,

With our all-star team and our silly squeals.

Too many Brads, yeah, that’s our style,

But we still run, we still smile.

Lace up the boots, it’s game time again,

Three Brads in the lineup, can’t keep track, my friend.

One’s the striker, fast and bold,

Another’s the goalie, brave and old.

And the third one, just as confused,

Wouldn’t you know, they all got the same shoes!

Who’s who on the pitch? It’s a Brad parade,

Switching positions, good luck if you dare.

Laughs and cheers, our team’s a bit absurd,

But hey, we over35, still kickin’ it to the bird!

Hoof Hearted, too many Brads to count,

Fart jokes and football, that’s what it’s about.

Running wild, with a belly full of laughs,

Over 35, still tearing up the halves.

From dawn till dusk, we chase that ball,

Three Brads, one team, we’ve got it all.

Banter and blunders, it’s how we roll,

In our Hoof Hearted, football soul.

So here’s to the Brads and the silly game,

With fart in our hearts, we’ll always remain.

Over the hill, but still so keen,

Hoof Hearted forever, the funniest team!