What’s Occuring? Now!
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Tis awful, this Saturday boredom
The Open don’t have the same buzz
Geoff Spelling not saying who’s scoring
And I sure miss old Phil Thompsons mug.
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I’ve even started to work on a Saturday
Raising dosh for me new plastic card
I can’t say that this makes me happy
But for lifes luxuries, one has to work hard.
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Week-ends per se have got boring
And that tennis ain’t nowt but a racket
All them Sloane rangers in Burberry roaring
Whilst some toff, off his nut, does theatrics.
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I suppose really, it’s just like the football
This losing one’s cool and one’s head
But fifteen love, deuce and time for new balls,
Please. Don’t move me like watching George Best.
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I’m getting withdrawals for MOTD
Which tells me somewhat that I’m sad
That and watching dire highlights on CFCTV
Where, I, even in the re-runs …get mad!
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I’m damn near the end of me tether
Downhearted and don’t know quite why
So please Thommo, Charlie and double entendre Geoff
Get yer skates on, and bring back the football on Sky !
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