I’ve been to the match, baby, just for the chance we might win it.
Yeah, I’ve been to the match, baby, just for the chance we might win it.
But my doggone team lost again, and in the very last minute
Feel like going down to the river, jumping off the transporter
Yeah, I feel like going to the river, jumping off the transporter
Now there'll be no relegation, once I hit that water
Feel like packing my suitcase, and walking away
Yeah, I feel like packing my suitcase, and walking away
I feel like going to a place far away, to my Shangri-La
Where no one’s heard of the game,
No one’s heard of this dammed game.
But baby, you know what a fool I am,
Yeah, what a fool I am,
Come next week, I’ll be back at the match
Yeah baby, back at the match,
Just for the chance we might win it,
Yeah baby, we might win.
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