Getting Set For The Match.
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Right. Kettle (sic) chips are by me side
Zapper’s there as well
Kettle’s full so come half-time
I’ve a chance for me thirst to quell.
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The Standards in the other room
Better go and bring that in?
So I know partaking twenty two
By name when the game begins.
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It’s quarter to five so not long now
Till Adrian’ smiling face
Fills our room with his gloomy dour
Slant on the action taking place.
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Having said that mind
It could be worse were England’s team still here
Then that other joke, with a real bad line
In getting behind the team, would have us all in tears.
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Waiting on Bra-zil, sung twice
I’m quite surprised there’s no picture on the screen
Though it’s Friday night, and much to my surprise
My son comes in, and with a smile tells me:
“There’s no bleedin World Cup games this evening!”
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