Thursday 28 December 2006

Football

Nathan is our goalie and he stoppeth one of three.
We know he could be better, but he's coach's kid, you see.
His girlfriend's name is Penni and I really, really like her.
She's never really said it but I know she wants a striker.

I'm a striker,
I'm a star.
And I'm really
Going far.
I want money,
I want fame,
I want the world to
Know my name.

Our coach is not an expert, and football's not his game;
He prefers to watch it, which is really not the same.
To play a first division match has always been his dream,
But he's too fat and lazy so he manages our team.

I'm a striker,
I'm a star
And I'm really
Going far.
I'm heading
Up and up,
And some day I'll
Lift the cup.

My dad says I'm improving, which means he's really proud,
And when I'm playing home games he is always in the crowd.
My mum's really supportive but she hasn't got a clue,
I have to keep reminding her that we're the ones in blue.

I'm a striker,
I'm a star,
And I'm really
Going far.
I'm gonna
Live the dream,
And play on
The England team.

I'll crush the opposition with the old stop, drop, and roll.
Ok, I'm overacting, but you mustn't tell a soul!
A well-placed sliding tackle is all part of the fun,
I'm living for the moments when they yell "C'mon my son!"

I'm a striker,
I'm a star,
And I'm really
Going far...

Except for the simple fact you can't
Use my name in a decent chant.
It isn't easy, that I'll grant,
To proudly shout the name of Quentin Walter Plant.

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