Was a pretty good game today, we could a won by two or three
But all of the lads were there, even cousins Joe and Steve
And old Bob sittin' on the end, what a foul mouth that man's got
When they missed the goal from the penalty box, I swear he was gonna get shot
Well thanks for my half time pie, cousin Joe says thanks for his scone
I didn't have a go at the half time draw, cos the odds were 10, 000 to one
But old Bob sittin' on the end, puts the fivers on each week,
And when I asked him what the heck he did it for, he said 'son, one day you'll see'
You take the long shot, if that's all there is,
And put it in a very safe place where your doubt can't get to it
Cos once you're certain, that all hope is gone, a long shot is better than none...
Was a shocker of a game today, the lads they huffed and puffed, but
3 nil down by the half time break, I knew we were gonna get stuffed
But old Bob stuck out to the end, and when we nicked two quick goals in
And their keeper ran out to the half way line, well should have heard Bobby sing
; Just take...
Was a quiet old game today, we haven't seen Bob for a month, and
Everyone knows he's not coming back, but his seat's still never been touched
And Joe said he'd heard the worst, that he'd finally popped his socks
But I reckon the sod won his half time draw, now he sits in a corporate box
He took his long shot, took his long shot
Was a critical game today, well we got thumped seven to nowt, but
If there was a prize for the best own goal, I think we'd be in with a shout
But Joe was miserable as sin, and Steve said he's gutted too, cos
There's sod all chance that we can stay up now, but I said any old chance'll do