The Saint Tells it Like It Is!
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The Saint was on the wireless, Thursday night
Talking about his new book and his football schools
How the youngsters who attend these classe’s are diving and cheating
And religiously breaking the rules
¶ 2
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They see their idols doing it, he said
At our stadia week in and week out
They think its all part of the beautiful game
To fake it then slyly give clouts
¶ 3
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The attendance at these schools is declining
As pitches are sold to make dough
By fools who run schools to government rules
When asked why? It seems nobody knows
¶ 4
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I take my hat off to the teachers
Who struggle to quell this madness
How are we to have healthy young bodies and minds
I feel for them with such sadness
¶ 5
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Just give them an £300 quid X Box
With war games that teach them to kill
Don’t sell off the schools football pitches
Where they can learn fitness with skill
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As the young grow up with obesity
As well as that all hormonal stuff
Surely the exercise is paramount to a good life
Not computer games with carnage and blood?
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Football on real fields of green grass
Is what is missing I feel
How come these games aren’t stamped with an X
Like X films when they made them on reels?
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