You know, man, when I was a young man in high school

You believe it or not, I wanted to play football for the coach

And all those older guys, they said that he was mean and cruel but you knowI wanted to play football, for the coach

They said I was a little too lightweight to play lineback

And so I was playin′ right-end

Wanted to play football for the coach

'Cause, you know some day, man

You gotta stand up straight unless you′re gonna fall

Then you're going to die

And the straightest dude I ever knew

Was standing right for me, all the time

So I had to play football for the coach

And I wanted to play football for the coach

When you're all alone and lonely

In your midnight hour

And you find that your soul

It has been up for sale

And you′re getting to think about

All the things that you done

And you′re getting to hate

Just 'bout everything

But remember the princess who lived on the hill

Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong

And right now she just might come shining through

And the glory of love

Glory of love

Glory of love just might come through

And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off

They′re talking behind your back saying

"Man, you are never going to be no human being"

And you start thinking again about all those things that you've done

And who it was and what it was

And all the different things that made every different scene

Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place

Something like a circus or a sewer

And just remember, different people have peculiar taste

And the glory of love

The glory of love

The glory of love might see you through

Yeah, but now, now

Glory of love

The glory of love

The glory of love might see y′all through

Glory of love, uh-huh-huh

The glory of love

Glory of love, glory of love

Glory of love, now, glory of love, now

Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love

Glory of love, give it to me now

Glory of love to see you through, huh

Oh, my Coney Island baby, now

I'm a Coney Island baby, now

I′d like to send this one out to Lou and Rachel

And all the kids at P.S. 1902 (Coney Island baby)

Man, I'd swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you