For yet another summer football fever
has gripped the nation,
everyone talks how it’s coming home
and how we’ll win it this time,
I didn’t realise we were all playing.
For the tea-time kick off
everyone clocked off work early
heading for home or the pub
to watch the big game,
while I covered phones that didn’t ring
and read a couple of chapter of my book.
The next game kicks off tonight at eight,
the streets are already empty, quiet
apart from the England flags
flapping in the summer breeze.
I won’t be watching tonight’s game
I’ll be at home reading my book
when they say but it’s a must-win match,
I’ll say, I couldn’t give a damn.