I blame the vomit-sprayed Real Madrid shirts
With very little, or no, appeal,
And Burton for turning up wanting to win
And it goes without saying, A. Neil
I blame the Smith and the Jones and the Balls
And others who stand at the wheel,
Doing their damnedest to sail a straight course
And it goes without saying, A. Neil
I blame the weather, as so often one can
When living where it´s such a big deal,
Too hot or too chilly, too bright or too dim
And it goes without saying, A. Neil
I blame the ref and his assistants too
For chipping in where they could steal,
An advantage for those who had the most to lose
And it goes wíthout saying, A. Neil
I blame above all, this ridiculous league
Where other teams won´t walk to heel,
They don´t obey any commands that we give
And it goes without saying, A. Neil.
With very little, or no, appeal,
And Burton for turning up wanting to win
And it goes without saying, A. Neil
I blame the Smith and the Jones and the Balls
And others who stand at the wheel,
Doing their damnedest to sail a straight course
And it goes without saying, A. Neil
I blame the weather, as so often one can
When living where it´s such a big deal,
Too hot or too chilly, too bright or too dim
And it goes without saying, A. Neil
I blame the ref and his assistants too
For chipping in where they could steal,
An advantage for those who had the most to lose
And it goes wíthout saying, A. Neil
I blame above all, this ridiculous league
Where other teams won´t walk to heel,
They don´t obey any commands that we give
And it goes without saying, A. Neil.
