The Passion and Madness of Football
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Oh, the passion and madness of football
The saints and the sinners we love
The golden gods seated above us
With their bright boots and warm knitted gloves
¶ 2
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The swaying of life is an ocean
From terrace to terrace o’er the land
And we sing with our throats purging hymns
Raising the rooves off the stands
¶ 3
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Where poets and scribes drunk on moonshine
Resplendently scribbling for joy
Conjure the goals and the titles
In the dreams of each girl and each boy
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Up on our feet with our banners
In whose nets we are helplessly caught
Oh, the passion and madness of football
Makes penniless fools of us all.
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