[Intro] 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 know Wanted to play football for the coach They said I was a little too light weight to play linebacker So's I'm playing 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 [Verse 1] When you're all alone and lonely in your midnight hour And you find that your soul has been up for sale And you begin to think about a-a-all the things that you've done And you begin to hate just about everything [Pre-Chorus 1] 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 [Chorus] And the glory of love, glory of love Glory of love just might come through [Verse 2] And all your two-bit friends have gone and ripped you off They're talking behind your back saying "Man, you ain't 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, you made every different scene [Pre-Chorus 2] Ah, but remember that the city is a funny place Something like a circus or a sewer And just remember different people have peculiar tastes [Chorus] 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 you through [Outro] Glory of love, ah 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'll see you through 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 and P.S. 192 Coney Island baby Man, I'd swear, I'd give the whole thing up for you