(For the full effect, click here to play an instrumental karaoke version of the original Violent Femmes classic). If you’re in the pub, this could make for a bit of fun.
Game…after game…
I will walk, and I will play…
but the day…after today…
I will stop…and I will start…
Why can’t we score one more goal?Why can’t we score one more goal?
There may be some shots that glance off the pole,
but I look at the score, and—I need a goal.
There may be some shots that glance off the pole,
but I look at the score, and—I need a goal.
Why can’t we get just one call?Why can’t we get just one call?Believe me, I’d know what to doBut something won’t let the ref…call a foul.
Why can’t we get just one pen?Why can’t we get just one pen?I’d really like to play against ten menBut I waited my whole life for just one—
Day after day,I get angry, and I will saythat the day is in my sightwhen we’ll win the Prem and say goodnight.
Oh, ma-Mikel, Mikel-mo-ma-mikHave you kept your eye, your eye on picks ?I know you’ve had problems, you’re not the only one.When our Jesus left, he left us on the run.
Oh, ma-Mikel, Mikel-mo-ma-mik,Take a look now at TP5’s last try.
He’s dribblin’ ’round like he might be high:
He’s shot from outside the box and let it fly.
He’s dribblin’ ’round like he might be high:
He’s shot from outside the box and let it fly.
So please put, put, put that shot on frame!Please put, put, put that shot on frame!You know the ref we cannot blame,
so please put, put, put that shot on frame!
so please put, put, put that shot on frame!
So please put, put, put that shot on frame!Please put, put, put that shot on frame!You know the ref we cannot blame,
so please put, put, put that shot on frame!
so please put, put, put that shot on frame!
Passing up the pitch and at the edge of the box,
Do we have a fox in the box?Please don’t choke, find the bloke;cross and reach for a leg of hope.
Do we have a fox in the box?Please don’t choke, find the bloke;cross and reach for a leg of hope.
Words to memorize, words hypnotize;words make my mouth exercise.Words can’t fail to make them rise;nothing they can say when we hold the prize.
Oh, ma-Mikel, Mikel-mo-ma-mik,I would love to love you, loverCity is restless, they’re ready to pounceHere in the Prem chase, ounce-for-ounce
Oh, ma-Mikel, Mikel-mo-ma-mik,I would love to love you, loverCity is restless, it’s ready to pounceHere in the Prem chase, ounce-for-ounce
They’ve given us a decision to make,things to lose, points to take.Just as she’s about ready to cut it upShe says, “Wait a minute, honey, I’m gonna add it up.”
Add it up, add it up!Add it up, add it up!Add it up, add it up!Add it up, add it up!
Add it up, add it up (day after day)!Add it up, add it up (I get angry)!Add it up, add it up (and I will say)!Add it up, add it up!
Add it up, add it up (that we will best all of them)!Add it up, add it up (when I’ll take a bow)!Add it up, add it up (and win the Prem)!Add it up, add it up!
