the boy done good

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 tripped me and clattered and kicked 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

the boy done good

the girl done better

the seasons turn and we're still together

the sky is still blue and tomorrow is another day

you weren't that kind of a girl 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

i tried hard acting tough

but 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

but 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