FOOTBALL AND FOOD
¶ 1
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When I watch a match upon the telly,
I sometimes think about my belly,
Watching with my brother and dad,
Man United, feel so glad,
Eating crisps,
Burger and chips,
Apple juice,
Relaxed and loose,
An ice cream lick,
And I never feel sick,
Unless I hear racist abuse,
They’re so confused,
They never think twice,
‘Bout eating curry goat rice,
But they will lose,
They’re so confused,
They shame the game,
With racist names –
And though I find it hard to keep my anger,
I know I must leave it to the managers,
So,
Ban the fans!
Ban the clubs!
Close the grounds!
Clean up the crowds!
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