What Are We Gonna Do?

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 As shedheads wander down the Fulham Road
After party peace
What will happen now to them
Same time every week?
Will it be the Oval
Or maybe even Lords?
To get some peace behind the crease
Throughly blimmin bored!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Subbuteo’s the answer
Roll out sacred felt
Get creases out of carpet
On ankles and knees get knelt
Put the furniture in storage
Send yer kids away
Give yer wife a monkey*
At Bluewater she must stay*

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Get yer mates and those you hate
Who’ve got no skill at all
Name yer teams fulfill yer dreams
As Subbuteo becomes all!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 * monkey cockney slang for five hundred
* Bluewater shoppers paradise in the South, out Kent way or so my wife tells me!



Whatever happened to this? As a kid forever bliss!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/what-are-we-gonna-do/