It’s A Bit Late To Be Telling Us Now!
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Forget about metatarsals
Inept managers and WAG’ers
Them nights we met disaster
Or that dentist chair and Gazza
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Sudden death penalty misses
To the Germans, Portuguese
Rivals blowing farewell kisses
As we met our Wounded Knee.
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Stuck in front of the telly
As a divot spoiled our dreams
After pleading “Please lads win in extra time
As we ain’t a shoot out team”.
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Post big game depression
When that chance you had was missed
Then finding out, half of them so called professionals
Spent the previous evening blitzed
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Coming down for breakfast
Once again an also ran
And she says” Well what were you expecting
After all, it’s just a game!”
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Sat in work well gutted
With a red top on your knee
With the headlines “England team get stuffed”
In big black type, for all the world to see
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World Cup tears us punters cried
As early flights were booked for home
Beck’s has said the chaps wern’t taking it serious as a side
Oh that makes it alright then Dave, but I wished to God I’d known!
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