Football is a game played
By a double set of fools
It’s taught to us whilst growing up
Weekly in our schools
We learn to defend without
Chasing the ball in theory
But on the pitch a different tale
As we all start geting weary
We try to kick everything
That moves above grass height
And every tackle that you make
Is with all your power and might
So a lot to be said for this football thing
As you try as hard as you can
Before the scouts come watching you
Saying your football future’s down the pan!

Football, football, coming out my ar*e and ears
Singing it, writing it, waiting for those cheers
To die down, so we know the season’s finished
And, every teams fans, have what they wished
We can all start, to prepare, for next season starting
Hoping again, to survive, we don’t need the Red sea parting
To escape the threat of relegation, so the fans can chant
That their team, is staying up, and then, finding a descant
So they can sing, as one, in harmony a glorious chorus
We are staying up, can somebody book us a  bus
To ride round the authors head, in celebration
As we try to share, our joy, and jubilation
The north circular route, will do us just fine
Then, on to Piccadilly Circus, to have a good time

Another match day has come along
We’re all here practising our teams song
Singing the praises of what our teams done
Hoping today again that our team’s won
Another step towards another trophy
Even allowing for the bad half time coffee
We regular fans will put up with anything
Even signing Luigi to play on the wing
We heard his skills were silky and pure
Although on that we’re not quite so sure
After all it’s Luigi we’re talking about
His name from the terraces we want to shout
For doing something in a game so worthwhile
Instead of just making the away crowd just smile
So Luigi the striker hasn’t changed his ways
No matter for whichever team he plays