Football
By monro
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Aesthetic pleasure, 22nd goal
The season here again, oh God, oh God
Mexican wave, rear guard down
Get a bucket of water
I'll dip my head in and drown
I go insane, the crowd inane
Barnsley nil, Arsenal one
The sound, the cries, the jeers
Oh God, oh God, Chinese torture's here
For crying out loud, that crying out loud
Burrs holes in my brain
It drives me insane
Commentary above, my love he loves
The good advantage, leads set by the captain
First time cross
Surely someone will make a tackle
But nobody does
Oooh, didn't pay the full price
Oooh, no no its 2 nil
What a thrill, not
Where's my hammer, and my drill
I'll bash the telly, I'll make him shrill
I'm going mad, just going mad, mad AHHHH
Now for a lull
Referee checks his watch
Who's ruling the roost
Final whistle, shaking hand of opposite number
With different priorities
Premiership success
Football's equivalent to a life support machine
Can't believe this drivel of grown man's talk
Put under such pressure in first half
Really, really, 2 reallies, absolutely awesome
Expressions, this match is poetry, WHAT?
Inspiration captain, plays it simple
Great tackle, tackle and play, goes there
Comes inside, producing the goods
Desperate for clean sheets
Suicide if it goes wrong
Now steady on boys
Remember - It's ONLY A GAME
Oh, it's Ginola, he's giving his view
May be there is something for me here - PHEW!
Is he using the shampoo, I love his hair long
Is the kit by Morgan, no, I could be wrong
Kicking from the box of spares
What are they on about now?
Oooh, Ginola, ooh a good shot
Oooh, and an excellent save
This so-called commentary will send me
To an early grave
Chance to create something owta nothing
Oops, hand ball
They're bashing their seats now
The mob start a brawl
I look at my man, he's gone flipping wild
Regression complete, he is now a child
Footballers are not like robots
Oh, please no, Ginola said that
The Monsieur Da-veed I'd thought
As cool as a cat
Got a headache now
I feel dizzy, confused and sick
Yep - This Goddam sport
Has made me... APO-PLETIC!
Rover, Times, Rover, the bill boards read
Media and Money, today's football creed
Just beyond the despairing drive
Deflected off the post
Oh, yes, and who was marking him
To snuff out the threat
When the Spice Girls come on
No one will remember - I'll bet
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