When I saw Mr Messi play
I was disappointed I
must say
I had to take a second
look
But he was nothing
like in the book
When I saw Mr Messi play
I was disappointed I
must say
I had to take a second
look
But he was nothing
like in the book
My Boss doesn’t go to the gym
But it’s not a case of
him being slack
He gets all the
exercise he needs
Just by stabbing
people in the back
Now the evidence is viewed
And the enquiry will
conclude
That Suarez is totally
screwed
But what I think is
rude
Is that he plays with
his food
In nineteen fifty-three
The Magyars came to
play
Bamboozling Billy
Wright
The Beckham of his day
When Puskás dragged back
He made Billy Wright
esquire
Look like a fire
engine
Heading towards the
wrong fire
On 25 November 1953,
at Wembley Stadium
England 3 Hungary 6, Ferenc Puskás scored twice
Luis Suarez thought the response
To his biting Chiellini
quite amazing
He couldn’t understand
the outcry
As for a cannibal he
was only grazing
Whether you call him Lucho
Or El Pistolero
Or the
cannibal of Ajax
Or even
El Conejo
Suarez needs
to understand
Biting
people is a no no
Are you wearing football socks?
Well yes you’ve got
the right team
But you have forgotten
to wear
The rest of the kit it
would seem
My Dad doesn’t go to the gym
He has no need of their
facilities
As he gets all the
exercise he needs
Just by dodging his
responsibilities
If footballers spent more time
Training and practising
their skills
Instead of feeling the
sting
Of the tattoo artists
drills
They would gain the
fans respect
Instead of looking like
utter pills
Are you wearing a football shirt?
I like lady footballers
for my sins
My only regret in your
regard
Is you choose shirts instead of skins
Suarez should be hungry
Like all strikers
But for goals
And not for other
players
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