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The Yellow Card Song

Alan McKean

Sunday, June 24th, 2012

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 He couldn’t pass, he couldn’t shoot
He couldn’t use his head
He ran just like a sailor who had lost his wooden leg
He didn’t have no ball control
That anyone could see….
So his mummy made him be a referee

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Glory, glory hallelujah
Yellow cards are coming to ya
If you think this song’s peculiar
Then you’ve never seen a referee.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Glory, glory hallelujah
Yellow cards are coming to ya
If you think this song’s peculiar
Then you’ve never seen a referee

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 He never smiled, he never laughed
He never made a joke
He had a face just like a stoker when his poker broke
But he learned to blow a whistle
With a little pea….
So his mummy made him be a referee

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Glory, glory hallelujah
Yellow cards are coming to ya
If you think this song’s peculiar
Then you’ve never seen a referee.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Glory, glory hallelujah
Yellow cards are coming to ya
If you think this song’s peculiar
Then you’ve never seen a referee

© Harold Spiro 1925 – 1996

Notes

Found this on an old Houghton Weavers album, and thought it me be worth an airing.
Wish I’d written it!!
Harold Spiro, a professional songwriter, was, I believe, a big Spurs fan and wrote “Nice One Cyril”

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-yellow-card-song/