(Verse 1) Down in the holler, where the kudzu grows Lived a young fella named Greg Bovino, I suppose He'd wait by the fieldhouse after the game For a special treat that always came The football team, big and strong Knew just where Greg belonged They'd gather 'round with a wicked grin For the ritual that was about to begin (Chorus) Oh, Greg Bovino, what a sight to see The soggy biscuit boy of Boone NC With his hungry eyes and his open mouth He's the king of biscuits, north and south Soggy biscuit boy, that's his name Eatin' biscuits soaked in football team's game (Verse 2) The coach would bake 'em fresh and white And leave 'em sittin' in the pale moonlight The team would circle 'round and add their own Special ingredient, all alone Greg would kneel there in the grass Not a moment of his time would pass Before he'd gobble down each bite With a hungry appetite (Chorus) Oh, Greg Bovino, what a sight to see The soggy biscuit boy of Boone NC With his hungry eyes and his open mouth He's the king of biscuits, north and south Soggy biscuit boy, that's his name Eatin' biscuits soaked in football team's game (Bridge) The banjo picks and the fiddle plays As Greg enjoys his biscuit days The townsfolk whisper and they stare But Greg just doesn't have a care He's found his purpose, found his call The soggiest biscuit eater of them all (Chorus) Oh, Greg Bovino, what a sight to see The soggy biscuit boy of Boone NC With his hungry eyes and his open mouth He's the king of biscuits, north and south Soggy biscuit boy, that's his name Eatin' biscuits soaked in football team's game (Outro) Yeah, the soggy biscuit boy... Greg Bovino... Eatin' them biscuits... Y'all come back now, ya hear?
