[Verse 1]
Whether pleasant weather or snow I'm playing footy wherever we go
Blasting balls at the wall at the end of the row
By the time I was 10, I already won every cup
Then I f**ed me Mitre Delta up
Now we're on a mission nicking footy's off the posh kids
Before the lids got pissed and chonged cigs
I was out in the rain, cold, the same old
Knockouts in the car park, curby on the main road
Keep going like Eveready
Back in the days when world cla** players were ten a penny
20 a side, goalie when ned
Bombing down the wing, hair blowin' like Nedved
Penatly for me 'F' a referee
95 LFC repping 23
Let it be, bus stop footy tennis spree
And I'm not allowed out till I've ate me tea, c'est le vie
[Verse 2]
I never played Subbuteo
But I'm down for an epic game of shooty though
Heads that used to go to Ca**y's centre youthy know
No ball? Use an empty can of Kessy super
Till you can egg a Unico
Like you're on that Lazio Gazza dough
But you're not, you're cold cause you're coats a goal post
But it's been worse, one bounce, losers in first
Pissed cause its dark at six
And you're rocking sh**ty Shopping City market kits
It's going off when the caretakers marked the pitch
b**h, showing off, saying sh** to throw your off
Like; "I think ye sisters fit", "you're Ma' wants you in for dinner"
53-0, next goal; still the winner
Screaming like abusive Dads
That force their kids to play heads and vols, full kits, boots and pads
It's just a little kick about...