We hit the road, me and Maguna, on a quest so bold,
Chasin' a bluefinned tuna, not a cup but gold,
From the hometown of Garth, Targets to Walmarts we rolled,
"Why all the fuss?" I thought, as the story unfolds.

"What's with these cups!?, every kid's got one,
Accessories on Amazon, when does it end, hun?"
Yet here we are, racing under the sun,
By the end of the day, we might come undone!
Dodgin' through a Lowe's, advice ringing clear,
"Don't punch in the neck!", got to keep it all in gear

"Stop, drop, and roll", if the last one's near,
A plot like a movie, is the climax here?

Half an hour drive, tension on the rise,
Found them in a jive, perfect color catches my eyes.
Bought two, not one, my words to revise,
Guess I'm in the club, oh what a surprise!
"What's with these cups, every kid's got one,
They come in every size, when does it end, hun?"
Yet here we are, racing under the sun,
By the end of the day, we might come undone.

What’s with these cups?!
What is with these cups?!
They aren’t Stanley Cups?!
I guess they’re Stanley Cups!
Out in the lot, victory felt thin,
She dropped her prize, the asphalt took it in.
A little dent, no need for a return spin,
"It's fine," she grinned, “perfections just a spin”.

So we roll back home, with stories to compose,
A quest for the grail, and everybody knows.
Not just a hunt but almost a shit show,
With Maguna by my side, through highs and lows.

What’s with these CUPS?!
Isn’t that a soccer thing?
WHAT IS UP WITH THESE CUPS?!
I think it’s a soccer thing
WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THESE CUPS?!
Does anybody know?
Isn’t it a soccer thing?