Pissing down with rain on a Tuesday night,
I stood and watched my team play like a bag of shite
The goaly is a twit, the stiker is a twat,
The referee's a git and he's blinder than a bat
So what!? You scored? Well shut your fucking gobs!
You might have won, but we've got bigger knobs
Piss your pants! That deserves a booking!
Shit your bags! He played the bastard ball!
Fucking hell! These pies need cooking!
Coffee's shit and the bovril's cold
Get stuck in! You're playing like a weed!
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We're free to be concentrating on the league
He's booked! Thank fuck! Let's bring on the sub,
He's got five minutes, then I'm going down the pub
Up your arse! A mile outside the box!
You might have won, but we've got bigger cocks!
Piss your pants! That's a bastard corner!
Chuck this pasty at the referee
Fuck off home it was a crap performance
And we should have had a penalty
(Buy us ten pints, and we don't care)