There's the Reds and there's the Greens
Super slicks and has beens
They're accompanied by three men dressed in black
One's a whistle, two are flags, and quite often they're the drags
Kick the ball into the goal, then put it back
Yes Match of the Day's the only way
To spend your Saturday
Each side's eleven men, with numbers on their backs
But at a distance they all tend to look the same
But some own their boutiques, well they clean up every week
Inciting riots, causing chaos, such a shame!
But Match of the Day's the only way
We spend our Saturday
And that's not all
Our mates the keepers
Slippin' and sliding in the mud
Arms as long as creepers
Send him off Ref
Where are your specs Ref
Kick you to death Ref
Oi! Are you deaf Ref
There's a few things before we go
That I think you ought to know
Obstruction, Body Checking, heavy tackles
So put on your hat and scarf
Have a drink, have a larf'
From the terrace you can see your men do battle
Yes Match of the Day's the only way
You can spend your Saturday
Don't forget, the trainers with their sponges
Managers with open cheques, liquid business lunches
Send him off Ref
Where are your specs Ref
Kick you to death Ref
Oi! Are you deaf Ref
...Phfff! Good game 'ey, Ron?
...D'you see that goal in the Second Half? Oh!
...Bit of a dirty tackle that, mate!
...I reckon I should've had a bet on it myself!
...We paid 400,000 pound for him, you realise that?
...Oh - look out, here comes a bottle
...Yes, fancy a pint then? My round
