From A Look To The Bench.
¶ 1
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Me number’s gone up on the monitor
International, club captain wears eight
Thats the first time this season my number
In lights, tells me “Hey La yer out of the game”.
¶ 2
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The gaffer’s decided to sub me,
Straight up he’s pulling me off
What have I done? Maybe just not enough?
I’m so whacked out from too many games.
¶ 3
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I’m the first name that goes on the team sheet
I’m the academy idol made good
How will it look to the kids in the seats
Me sat with the stiffs in track suits?
¶ 4
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There must be some mistake
As the armband I take
Off and pass on to a team-mate.
¶ 5
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Then I trudge to the touch line to shake hands with him
Who’s taking me place in the fray
Then I pass by the gaffer shrugging his shoulders
As if to say “Son it’s just been one of those days”.
¶ 6
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Taking a swig of me water I’m passive
Anger’s receded to calm
As the camera zooms in, I’m relaxing
With the Hello made face that beams charm.
¶ 7
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I look to the fans
Who to a woman and man
Applaud loudly to let me know it’s o.k
¶ 8
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As they turn on the gaffer
Venting their anger
And look down at the dug-out amazed!
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