One thing we notice is they never smile
to send someone off they run a mile,
make those decisions, they do digress
leave this crucial match in a mess.
Red card and yellow, little black book
the substitutes name he just took,
sent off the youngster on his debut
while his Grandad was still in the turnstile queue.
Ruin our day, with calm influence?
by tossing that coin of fifty pence,
telling the Captains ‘respect please’
then leave us frustrated and on our knees.
Like a mafia of Don Corleone
as fake as that character called Swiss Tony,
they live a lie, never reveal allegience
choose to lie, and sit on the fence.
They’ve become the worst, really the pits
leaving fans screaming out of their wits,
blind to the pens, the corner and throw in
each team and its fans cannot win.
Now this thing, more money if you please
surely this is just a tease?
They are all solicitors, doctors and a teacher
on the pitch they become a preacher.
Even spread to the media, how hard done by,
really, we all just want to cry,
sick of the excuses, the unified sneers
this has gone on for beepin’ years.
Put the fans in charge that is what we say,
we’d do it for love, not loads of pay,
make the decisions, communicate with teams
and make football again the stuff of dreams.