The Man In The Middle or the Muddle
¶ 1
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It isn’t me who makes the rules
It’s just a job you win I lose
No one ever seems to see
The man inside the referee!
¶ 2
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I’m on my own you’re in a team
Your name is sung and mine is screamed
No one ever wants to be
The man in black, the referee
¶ 3
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I’m only here to help you play
Watch for fouls and smooth the way
But when teams score no one kisses me
The man in the middle, the referee
¶ 4
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My watch works fine and I’m not deaf
I always know just how long’s left
I have good glasses I can see
The man you need, the referee
¶ 5
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You seem to think I’ve never had
A friend a mum or even a dad!
But one day soon I know I’ll be
MAN OF THE MATCH – The Referee!
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