That pregnant pause came unexpected
As two so called pundits, start to squirm
When assistance came from botox man
Tense mood returned to a lighter norm.
Ridicule the French manager
At the Austrian team throw scorn
While the whole complement of our home nations
Enjoy The Euro’s stuck at home.
As one Al makes a moot point
The other nods his balding head
Then smiles as if he’s over the moon
Or sick as a cockerel, like the French.
Smugly sat in the studio
Expressing naive points of view
If you’ve never had the gall, to walk the managers walk
Don’t make light of those that do!
On that sofa no-one ever gets the sack
It’s a trouble free ordeal
So some more like Lawro who knows where it’s at
And thank God for Martin O’Neill!