Roses are red, violets are blue,
I can’t see you today love, the lads are at Crewe!!
It’s a day when a man shows just where his love lies,
And to be honest you can’t really beat the Gresty Road pies.
We’ve been going out now for quite a few years,
You know how it is, with the footie and beers.
The lads mean as much to me now, as when I was a kid,
Although they’ve broken my heart more than any girl did.
So you will understand, for once you’re a very close second,
As to the middle of Cheshire is where I’ve been beckoned.
I can’t even promise that I’ll be back home before morn,
As there’ll be drink to be had whether we’ve won, lost or drawn.
If I’m not home in time will you tape ‘match of the day’,
And ‘the football league show’ too if that is OK?
We can watch them on Sunday whilst cuddled up tight,
And I promise that whilst there on I won’t leave your sight.
I might even stretch to making you a brew,
Maybe next year we can do roses are red, violets are blue.