It’s the third round of the F.A.Cup on Sunday
When the big boys get put in the hat
The little clubs want a big name
Manchester United or Chelsea will do.
I can recall tuning into the radio
Before it got broadcast on the T.V.
Now they tell you to look out
I wish they wouldn’t do that
The old way was the best
You never knew who you’d get
The mystery made it more exciting.
Now the screens full of numbers
With the clubs name next to them
“But I don’t want to know,” I yell
You’re taking away the enjoyment.
I know, I’ll turn the sound down
But you still have to look at the screen
So I’ll just have to accept defeat
But, it’s yet another great institution ruined.