3RD XI (DISCE VIVERE)

[Intro] [Verse] The stock that laughs a fan-base needs To harmonise the grist and mill And fashion boys to men that lead Through mud and b***d and bitter pill [Chorus] The First ignored them season long The Second looked down their noses But winning rare was their love-song Each two-yard goal their sweet roses [Verse] The good ship Scruffwood vouched the press By unfit swabs to gunnels yield In coarse and mud-stoned cloth to dress The school-blue bastards for the field [Chorus] The First ignored them season long The Second looked down their noses But winning rare was their love-song Each two-yard goal their sweet roses [Break] [Verse] No motley crew with hearts of gold No talent flames by bushel hid All mismatched misfits quickly sold The dustbin squad without a lid [Chorus] The First ignored them season long The Second looked down their noses But winning rare was their love-song Each two-yard goal their sweet roses [Verse] On angled shell-holed pitches bare The Third sought spurs in every match To touch the ball its only care And pray its keeper took a catch [Chorus] The First ignored them season long The Second looked down their noses But winning rare was their love-song Each two-yard goal their sweet roses [Break] [Verse] The final score made dartboards blink Each set-back cause for rotation As whipping boys they held their drink Just to partake - their elation [Chorus] The First ignored them season long The Second looked down their noses But winning rare was their love-song Each two-yard goal their sweet roses [Chorus] The First ignored them season long The Second looked down their noses But winning rare was their love-song Each two-yard goal their sweet roses [Chorus] The First ignored them season long The Second looked down their noses But winning rare was their love-song Each two-yard goal their sweet roses [Outro]