Did The FA Put ‘Em’ Up To It?
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As a nations sits with bated breath
Picked twenty two and a nervous ref
Walk on the pitch to exalted roars,
Whilst two proud mums watch the match, behind cell doors.
¶ 2
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Did them trackies fit the boys in the squad
Were they then knocked out as the one job lot?
That Tesco’s footie gear looks cheap
At least down Marks and Sparks it’s chic.
¶ 3
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Are our sweet FA so short of dough
That they let the skippers muvver know
So she’d hoist the team some brand new kit
Without any need for FA to pay for it?
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When the team run out in their pristine gear
In the friendly to cascades of cheers
Spare a thought for two loyal birds in gaol
That saved a nations face, and yet can’t raise bail.
¶ 5
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When half time comes and yer brewing tea
In a break from your bought-for paid-up telly
Laud the efforts of those two English belles
And just remember….every little helps!
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