Strange as it may seem, I once had my football
Dreams
But I was always the last one, the last to get
Chosen
When my classmates picked their teams
I guess that was the way it stayed in every game I
Played
Life just kicked me, clattered and tripped me
Till you picked me from the parade
Now I feel like I've won the cup every time that we
make love
Forty-five minutes each way, at halftime I hear a
Brass
band play [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/b/billy_bragg/the_boy_done_good.html ]
The boy done good, the girl done better,
The seasons turn and we're still together,
The sky's still blue and tomorrow is another day
You weren't that kind of a bird who likes her studs
To
be covered in mud
Taking you to the pictures was a regular fixture
For one of life's eternal subs
Though I tried hard acting tough, I just can't
Stand the
taste of that stuff
Like some macho park player I got in the way of
In some grudge match against his club
Still I'm happier how I am today now I've put my
boots away
I guess I'll never get picked to play my song on
Match
of the Day