LEISURE AND FOOTBALL
¶ 1
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What is this life, if full of care,
We have no time to lie and stare.
No time to gaze upon the telly,
With pints of lager in our belly.
No time to watch the pub’s big screen,
And stare in stupor’s drunken dream.
No time to study teletext,
Who scored last and who scores next.
No time to switch on Radio 5
And hear the football matches live.
No time to read the Football Pink
And ignore the kitchen sink.
No time to kick a brand new ball
Repeatedly against a wall.
No time to live a football life
And ignore the kids and wife.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to lie and stare.
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