Match Of The Day

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, quite often they're the drags Kick the ball into the goal, they 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, 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'!!XX**?? Oi! Are you deaf Ref'X*+X*!!? 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 'im off Ref'***!!++?? Where are your specs Ref'!***&&&!!! Kick you to death Ref'!!XX**?? Oi! Are you deaf Ref'X&+X&+!!?