Match of the Day

Lyrics
[Verse 1] There's the Reds and there's the Greens Super-slicks and has-beens They're accompanied by three men dressed in black One's a whistle, two are flags Quite often they're the drags Kick the ball into the goal, they put it back [Chorus] Yes Match of the Day's the only way To spend your Saturday [Verse 2] Each side's eleven men With numbers on their backs But at a distance they all tend to look the same But some own their boutiques They clean up every week Inciting riots, causing chaos, such a shame! [Chorus] But Match of the Day's the only way We spend our Saturday [Post-Chorus] And that's not all Our mates the keepers Slippin' and sliding in the mud Arms as long as creepers [Bridge] Send him off, ref Where are your specs, ref? Kick you to death, ref Oi! Are you deaf, ref? [Verse 3] There's a few things before we go That I think you ought to know Obstruction, body checking, heavy tackles So put on your hat and scarf Have a drink, have a larf From the terrace you can see your men do battle [Chorus] Yes Match of the Day's the only way You can spend your Saturday [Post-Chorus] Don't forget The trainers with their sponges Managers with open cheques Liquid business lunches [Bridge] Send 'im off, ref Where are your specs, ref? Kick you to death, ref Oi! Are you deaf, ref? [Outro] Good game, 'ey Ron? D'you see that goal in the second half? Oh, bit of a dirty tackle that, mate I reckon I should've had a bet on it myself We paid four hundred thousand pounds for him, you realise that? Oh, look out, here comes a bottle Yes, fancy a pint then? My round
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Credits
- Writers
- Phil Collins
- Mike Rutherford
- Tony Banks