Sunday's come
Just another day
No football for me
What can I say
No snacks from the market
No beer from the bar
Just me and my honey
I've parked the car
We'll play some 500 Rummy
Watch a few shows
Maybe I'll get lucky...
You never know
No game time for me
Too much to do
Football's gone
Like a cast off shoe
I'll get in touch
With things that matter most
Develop new priorities
One can only hope
So goodbye to football
Used to be a blast
Shame things happened
Should have known it'd never last
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