Beautiful game, crazy game that draws maximum adrenalin
From hypnotized, soccer crazy minds
Glued to television screens to gobble spills and thrills from Russia with hopes lean
Driven to the brink of despair behind Venetian blinds
Betting, arguing, opposing, supporting
Non African teams that their subjective minds favour
Jibing, imbibing, consulting, insulting
African teams their fickle fantasies endeavor
To predict wouldn't win
A single match based on mere whims
That claim an African queen
Throws her royal weight behind teams
A particular set of soccer fans deem fit
To take the day
While another set of soccer mad warmth seekers claim African teams should quit
Cos they lose and embarrass supporters everyday
With their lacklustre form
Lack of determination to spring a bit of magic
Although some supporters claim a reform
Needed to put to an end to the tragic
Performance African team display at the World Cup in Russia
Becoming whipping boys
But argues a wisecracker, ‘Shouldn't forget Algeria beat Prussia
In Spain. So, African teams ain't no toys.'
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