Watching footy in the pub
¶ 1
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We walk inside, badge on chest
A bag of nuts, a pint of best
Then pick a spot to watch the telly
‘Come on lads, give it some welly’
¶ 2
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The families quickly depart stage left
Of civilised people the bar is bereft
It’s fast approaching kick off time
Time to stand in the khazi line
¶ 3
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And so it starts just like a dream
We’re on the attack, what a team
Their goalie saves, the lucky blighter
Never mind that was only a sighter
¶ 4
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But, oh no, it’s all gone pants
The opposition, taunting, chants
‘Champions League, you’re having a laugh’
My family will soon be feeling my wrath
¶ 5
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So home we go, our dreams in shreds
After watching ‘The Premiership’ we flop in our beds
The present’s depressing, the future is bleak
Never mind, there’s always next week!
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