it was the end of June
on that summer day
I was a sweaty man
as the flag it unfurled
almost twice my size
as he came to me
just like a buffalo
and it wasn't his height,
no that was all right,
but it was third and goal

Gatorade,
Oh gatorade,
energy found
as the sweet slurping sound
as I drank hard and long
the flavour right, it would keep me strong
remember gatorade,
Oh gatorade
somehow I knew,
if I drank one or two,
I could make the stop,
the threat of losing then would stop
with gatorade, I did all right


then came the sweep around
on that sweltering night
as they blocked me I turned,
it was a trick I had learned
I had found my mind
or he was open, gone
it's the last try he gets
as I'm thundering on
a play he could not get
he could not get

Gatorade,
Oh gatorade,
energy found
as the sweet slurping sound
as I drank hard and long
the flavour right, it would keep me strong
remember gatorade,
Oh gatorade
somehow I knew,
if I drank one or two,
I could make the stop,
the threat of losing then would stop
with gatorade, I did all right