As the gates opened
And the crowd spilled out
To a heaving Abbey Road.
Panama hatted punters
Carrying cooler boxes
And their kids in tow.
Kinda let me know
That the football season
Is now well and truly over.
I don’ t wanna go to the Oval
I don’t wanna go to Lords
And sit drinking Pimms with a load of toffs
Throughly blimmin bored.
The close season’s now upon us
Where real die-hards cop the hump
So until the Euro’s are up and running again
Us top flight football fans are stumped!
Do they sing any songs at the cricket
Does a mighty cheer go up for a six
The games stopped for luncheon and tea I’ve heard said
Is that when the posh punters get pissed?
Are the fans partizan in their panama hats
And off the peg pale summer suits
If not, then I’ll stick with me working class ballet
That will thankfully, be back quite soon!