Gimme me a one (one!) Gimme me a two (two!) Gimme a three (three!), four (four!), five (five!) Gimme a Six soccer socks sitting on the shelf Six soccer
I'm not no red football To be kicked around the garden No no I'm a red christmas-tree ball And I'm fragile I'm not no animal Though I am to you I'm not
Schon in der Schule fing das alles an Ich konnte nie was doch sinst jeder kann Was soll ich nur tun ich bin ja so frustriert Von meinen Freunden wurde
Yeah, I should have played football in high school 'Cause then I could be like you I'd drive a Sirocco and I'd think I was cool Every time I drive by,
Both players and watchers, No-one knows the rules That's what makes the game so great "Just get out there And slug your opponent!" That's what makes the
Both players and watchers, No-one knows the rules That's what makes the game so great "just get out there And slug your opponent!" That's what
Samstag Mittag Stadionzeit Schnaps und Bier, wir machen uns bereit Linie 13 total uberfullt Im Stadioneingang wird nach Waffen gefilzt Wir steh'n in uns
I was listening to a guitar, bass drum thing Started hearing chest screech, thought I had a gut strength Then I saw a big band, right on the pavement
Samstag Mittag Stadionzeit Schnaps und Bier, wir machen uns bereit Linie 13 total überfüllt Im Stadioneingang wird nach Waffen gefilzt Wir steh
Playing world cup in the street Making magic with my feet I'm spotted by a scout Bring your boots, you'll turn out Put on the shirt for my first game
Land Of Football Glory Mightier Than Thee Score, Yes We Shall Do And Claim Our Victory Football! Football! Football! Say It! - Football! I Can't Hear
Why the fuck can I not hail a taxi? arm out like a Nazi - every cunt's driving past where the fuck is everyone? I can't see anyone. I can't see anything
Como me dices qe lo nuestro se termina qe ya no aguantas otro dia la situacion qe estas cansada de futbol por donde qiera qe el amor por la playera se
Ca f'sait douze bieres que j'menfilais Faut dire qu'on etait samedi soir J'etais tranquilement ecroule D'vant la tele sur mon plumard Y'avait Jean Pierre
You arrived in the rain when you left, exactly like you came although, I stay even i don't feel like i belong all the names all the pain you've got never
Well, Fishin's a religion For some friends of mine Call me sacrilegious But I never wet a line And golfin' just ain't something That I consider fun The
No es cosa de ninos ni es cosa de viejos el depor de reyes corazon de obrero no solo un balon entre dos porterias es una aficion que llora de alegria