Sat indoors eyeing the plasma
Living room walls rouge et blanc
She’s chanting an inwardly mantra
For a shed load of gelt in the bank.
Her man gestulates at the telly
Her kids aim a foot at each cross
She turns her head sideways as bellies
Bloated by beer and saurkraut start to rock
Next door her neighbours are roaring
“Wazza for Gods sake please score”
She’s prays David James will go missing
When The Germans begin to come forward.
Her man lifts his gaze from the action
As his north and south opens to speak
Philip Lahm gallops onwardly gallant
The spherical glued to his feet.
Her heartbeat begins to race quickly
As Lahm aims a cross at back post
Which is perfectly missed by Podolski
Why it weren’t even what you’d call Klose.
“Babe ain’t you cheering for Ingerland?”
Says her man as the ball exits play
Her kids tumble just what was missing
Coz mum usually has plenty to say.
National grid starts to flicker midst halftime
As she’s angrily brewing the tea
“If the Germans had Ballack things would be fine”
She hisses between gritted teeth.
Klinnsmann is sat mongst the pundits
Giving his perfect teeth view on the game
“Der Bomber would simply have loved this”
He says with a smile toward Adrian.
As the twenty two enter arena
Her pulse starts to quicken again
“Mein Gott let Klose take JT to the cleaners”
She chants closely watching the play.
As the big game approaches this Sunday
Spare a thought for the punters who keep
Hoping the Germans keep Ingerland at bay
After drawing our foe in “The Sweep”!