Eureka-kaka-ka
¶ 1
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back in them so called good old days
Jimmy Hill lifted that maximum wage
everybody threatened that the future looked bleak
players went from twenty to a hundred quid a week
Cloughie got Francis for under a million
how long before we get a player worth a billion ?
¶ 2
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where did all the gate money go back when
crowds of sixty thousand were common place then?
only ten bob woud get you in a seat
sixpence or one and six to stand upon your feet
big bags of cash at the old turnstiles
directors and owners with moustaches and smiles
sometimes you wonder who was there to clock it
and players ended up with little in their pocket
¶ 3
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sitting with the players on the bus or on the train
something that none of us will ever see again
none of them had bikes or big flash cars
but they were still regarded as big superstars
everything’s relevant that’s what they say
greed and reality’s hitting home today
¶ 4
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inflation and craziness that’s the way it seems
still feels to me like a really bad dream
i’d love to be invisible I’d love to be the ball
I’d love to be a fly on the dressing room wall
salary discussions where’s it gonna stop
sure must be funny when you reach the top
¶ 5
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some say it’s just like the movies and pop
but this is our sport so where’s it gonna stop
capital insanity nothing stays the same
globalisation of the pawns in the game
Kaka and Robinho the names roll on
where oh where has the People’s Game gone?
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