Fall of the Star High School Running Back

Sophomore year You rushed for an average of eight and a third yards per carry All eyes were on you Junior year Blew your knee out at an out-of-town game Nowhere to go but down, down, down Nothing but the ground left for you to fall to By July You'd made a whole bunch of brand new friends People you used to look down on, And you'd figured out a way to make real money Giving ends to your friends and it felt stupendous, Chrome spokes on your Japanese bike, But selling acid was a bad idea And selling it to a cop was a worse one The new laws said that seventeen-year-olds could do federal time And you were the first one So I sing this song for you William Staniforth Donahue, Your grandfather rode the boat over from Ireland But you made a bad decision or two, yeah