Lyrics:
the football blues
One! Two! Three! Four! Who are we for?
Five! Six! Seven! Eight!
Who do we appreciate?
Football day and a football night
Football fans yell,
Tellin’ football stories
Sharing football glories of the day we won the cup
We got five-a-side and the next goal wins
Yes we’re playing just for
I could be a football player
Throwing footballs all day
Your sitting in the bleachers
And I'm taking this ball all the way
I could be a football
Okocha
Play football
Play football
Play football like Jay-Jay Okocha
Amaka you are looking so fresh and clean
Me and you will be like five and six
All day
In the light of the ignorance and misplaced fear
Of the panicked bosses of the Football League
It isn't surprising that hugging and kissing
Are
hold my hand like applause, pause
With no homophobia involved
Now if I would've said that you can hold my balls like VFW Halls
That would've been
raised on a farm
Had Bear Bryant tattooed on her forearm
She was meaner than hell and ran the 40 in 4.3
She could squat 600 bench press 5
The hands down
My oofs always been big
At the thrift store, always spend big
Don't care about football - no woo pig
But I'm still a big deal, the biggest whig
Oh,
Laugh when I first got locked
She's said she never seen it before
Thought we had straps, five cars on us
Five man deep and we all in cuffs like
Five
forsake
Football for a greater plea
But now it's clear to see
That most black men ain't trying to be demonstrators
They find more fulfillment being virtual
five, I got baptized (Baptized)
We was livin' up in College Park (College Park)
Midnight, heard the gunfight (Gunfight)
Playin' football at Forest Park
(Huh?)
Gotta get back to grime, my bruv
But when I get off the pitch
To get back in the streets
I still got a football mind
Five a side rules, don't shoot
(Hey, hey)
1, 2, 3, 4 - we love football, punk rock, metal and more
5, 6, 7, 8 - never give up, it‘s never too late
1, 2, 3, 4 - come on , baby,
We called 'em football heads when we'd sell 'em
We was goin' fed, movin' football heads, called it Helga
Codeine by the lean-a, pounds of gasoline-a,
you to Mamie Watta
No Football
We score the best goal
While day we pa we kicking it with Kaymah Left Foot
No Football
We score the best goal
While day
We been smoking on that Helga Pataki
Football-headed like my daddy bedded leather
I said add five pounds, then that silhouette be better
Five pounds
Where all you care about is if the pretty cheerleader thinks you're cool
See her Friday, take her out after the football game
'Cause it's five years
fodder for the cannons
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely
All sleep safely
And all the world is football-shaped
It's just for me to kick in
fodder for the cannons
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely
All sleep safely
And all the world is football-shaped
It's just for me to kick in
to touch
My balls, balls, balls
Balls, balls, balls
You'll never touch my balls
Football, football
I love football
Yes, tres, dos, uno
Dos, tres,
Let's get it
What a time to be alive better cherish it
Money on my mind don't believe me ask my therapist
Jersey born like football I'm all American
Tell
move it up tonight!
It's even better than an aggie football game!
(Better than a football game?)
And then we're gonna show them
All a thing or two
I'm here to spark and fan the flame of a new age
All the hate, racism and homophobia that people have built?
Will fall
And from the ash's of that old
riding on a city bus
Random pics of swollen dicks, armpits, shit, plus
A rotating demonstration on, why I shouldn't trust
Internal homophobia, mutating
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