I’m The Clown

Every day I awaken at the break of dawn
The weekend is my only hope as I take a yawn

Every Saturday we meet for a pint at our local
We talk tactics like were pundits and know it all

In between discussion, someone checks we have the tickets
We’ve been waiting months, it’ll be a shame to miss it

Plus, it was paid for by the missus, birthday wishes
Everybody has that same feeling, we can win this

Kick off approaches, the atmosphere intensifies
A must win, everybody unified by a sense of pride

That crest on our chest, jumps and skips a beat
A Saturday to add to a weeks’ worth of misery

How much does he make a week?
To perform like that on that kind of salary

If I put that much effort in, I’d be unemployed
And then they turn around and complain about tabloids

We are the club and we are one
So when you perform you perform for us

Let us voice our discontent, this ticket, 60 quid
The shirt on my back a similar figure, it’s sickening

I pay your wages and how do you pay me back
You take my minimum wage and you play like that

I’ll boo, I’ll scream, and I’ll put you down
Because when you play that bad, I’m the clown