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Now, Jim Thorpe of course

He was a good athlete, all

Around athlete, everything

But you take the Olympic

Fellows of today, you know

That they practice Olympics

Years around for several years

But Jim Thorpe was out there

Playing baseball. He didn't

Try at all for the Olympics

But Pop Warner got him up

There and thought he should

Make the Olympics. So he

Gave him a trial in all those

Events up there and he just

Picked it up. Thorpe was his

Own track coach. But then

Anyway, he picked it up and

Without any previous training

See, stepping in and doing that

He went over there and

Set the world on fire. You

Know, as an Olympic man

The King of Sweden went

Out there and greeted him

He said, 'You're the greatest

Athlete in the world.' Thorpe

Said, thank you, King

Pop Warner would later say

Jim's performance at practice that day

Was the greatest display of athletics he'd seen and

He'd never see the same from another athlete

From nineteen-o-seven to nineteen-o-eight

The world of college football would feel Jim's weight

He debuted in Philly versus undefeated Penn

They blew 'em out twenty-six, six, that's fin

They hadn't beat Harvard in the past ten games

But they seen 'em this time and they ashed them flames

No player went harder than the Thorpe last name

At the drop of a dime changed a boring ass game

Before the Indians it was all on the ground

A game of brute force with no flare to be found

They innovated put it in the air like Cheech

Wouldn't be what it is without a cold ass neech

The biggest box office team in the whole nation

Forty five stacks now consider inflation

Amateur so the coach ain't pay them

Imagine that the main attract get Nathan

Ten, two and one record in his second season

Ran away from boarding school in the summer season

Minor league baseball for some meager checks

A common practice so athletes could cover debts

But they used fakes names to get by the rules

Can't be an amateur if your money's in the books

A shady game that Jim Thorpe played with wolves

He didn't know so when it mattered they would paint him crook

He used his real name he didn't have a need to lie

He never planned on going back to school to play for guy

Homeward bound to Oklahoma to be with his fam

A couple years and Warner had him come do it again

Without him on the team the team was average

Hyped his return as the return of a savage

Ticket sales so the coach lived lavish

Coat tail riding the goat's attraction

Didn't miss a beat played through injury

To once again beat another undefeated Harvard team

Kicked the game winning field goal on a bad leg

Even ran opponents over on a bad day

Known to chuckle before a scuffle and punch

Bar brawling with bullies eating their lunch

Not only brute he was fast if you wanna run

His co-star in track Lewis Tewanima

Boarding school Natives made it to the Olympics

Writers said he was lazy about his fitness

He was on the ship running laps around the deck

They were talking shit cause he was a Native threat

Minutes before competition his shoes went missing

So he had to wear a misfit pair for distance

Still he won the gold in more than half of missions

Critics doubted him and yet Jim had the vision

Won the pentathlon and the decathlon

The first Olympian ever to do it, little did he know he

Had started a movement, four Olympics later

Finally seen some improvement

His world records stood for sixteen years

Couldn't train year round like his modern day peers

The King of Sweden gave him gold that he earned

And said sir you're the greatest athlete in the world

Upon his return stateside, the knickerbocker state

Gave Jim a ticker tape parade ride

Sports offers poured in by the dozen

Plenty bread in the oven but he left it by the wayside

Competitive to a fault

Had unfinished business with squads he still wanted to halt

Loyal to a fault

Played ball for Pop when he could've put stacks in a vault

Warner knew what it was

He didn't want Jim to leave cause he would lose on them bucks

He was a selfish old mug

And when it came time to show love he just pulled out the rug

Little did Jim know he was no real big bro

The deal wasn't quid pro still ran like a big bull

Skilled he killed West Point and took home the victory

Natives beat Army it went down in history

All American collegiate Champion

The first to rush for three-thousand yards in it

The news knew he played baseball for change

And they hated a Native so they sure reported it

Pop Warner let Jim take the fall

Threw him under the bus even though he too knew

Olympics committee was quick to strip Jim

Of his medals and records they broke their own rules