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[Intro]
When I had my loft converted back into a loft
The neighbours came around and scoffed and called me retro.
But they are the type who never used to go to the match
Until the family thing got big in the late eighties.
Dad’s a steward in the stand
Brace of comps in his hand.
New Men run a crèche while home defeats by Jeunesse D’Esch
In the Lux Familiar cup are rendered pointless.
Stick a burger in my mouth
Shove a seat beneath my arse.
Buy the shirt and shorts and socks; win the keeper’s sweaty jocks
Point a gun down at your foot; am I supposed to be at home?
Friday night and the gates are low and it’s raining
Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend.
So you came and went ‘cos on crap three million was spent
And if Josh wants a five-man tent there must be forfeits.
Star man said bye-bye and now you’re reaching for the sky
Sit back, relax and watch us die of entertainment.
Fiancée said that it was fun
Even though the others won.
I can’t stand any more, ‘cos I can’t stand anymore
You were blind but you will see – tonight’s attendance one-two-three.
Friday night and the gates are low and it’s raining
Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend.
Friday night and I just love complaining
And no, I haven’t got anything better to do.