The Final (A Game of Two Halves) Songtext
von Andrew Lloyd Webber
The Final (A Game of Two Halves) Songtext
This is it! What a blast! In the final at last!
We′re a dream of a team, we're just totally excited!
What a thrill! Twenty nil! We′ll go in for the kill!
On a roll for a goal, we can take on Man United!
Try a pass, shift your ass, come on, show us some class!
Gets okay right away till the very final minute!
Knock it back, then attack, come on, lads, it's a crack!
If in doubt, check it out, 'cause we′re really going to win it!
Oh, what a lovely little move, I would say
This boy has not got a lot to prove on the day
Must be on some sort of potion
He doesn′t need any other men, what a run!
Let's take a look at that move again just for fun
This time, let′s watch in slow motion!
Oh, what a lovely little move, I would say
This boy has not got a lot to prove on the day
Must be on some sort of potion
We're the team that rocks, we′re the dogs Pollux!
You fat bastard, you're rubbish!
You ginger git, look, he′s got double sides!
What a yitzna's top! What a lard ass!
Christ, now we know who ate all of the pies!
He goes in for the kill and he makes it one-nil!
What a fabulous goal! It enraptures the soul!
The boy's magic!
My God, this looks tense, they′ve got past our defence!
Sliding low on the toe, gets stuck in, have a go!
Risk your booking!
Bring him down to the ground, don′t just piddle around!
Chance your luck, chop him up, you can see
That the ref's not looking!
I clearly played straight for the ball, did you see?
That dozy brat took a fall right in front of me
Any sane ref would agree it!
Out comes the book and a red card, off you go!
You like to think that you′re so dead hard, now you know
They get a direct free kick!
Take the hero's role, score the winning goal!
Green is the colour, soccer the game
Scored and fouls and more for
The boys in green, the emerald team
With bloody magic!
Just fucking magic!
We′re a dream of a team, we're just totally excited!
What a thrill! Twenty nil! We′ll go in for the kill!
On a roll for a goal, we can take on Man United!
Try a pass, shift your ass, come on, show us some class!
Gets okay right away till the very final minute!
Knock it back, then attack, come on, lads, it's a crack!
If in doubt, check it out, 'cause we′re really going to win it!
Oh, what a lovely little move, I would say
This boy has not got a lot to prove on the day
Must be on some sort of potion
He doesn′t need any other men, what a run!
Let's take a look at that move again just for fun
This time, let′s watch in slow motion!
Oh, what a lovely little move, I would say
This boy has not got a lot to prove on the day
Must be on some sort of potion
We're the team that rocks, we′re the dogs Pollux!
You fat bastard, you're rubbish!
You ginger git, look, he′s got double sides!
What a yitzna's top! What a lard ass!
Christ, now we know who ate all of the pies!
He goes in for the kill and he makes it one-nil!
What a fabulous goal! It enraptures the soul!
The boy's magic!
My God, this looks tense, they′ve got past our defence!
Sliding low on the toe, gets stuck in, have a go!
Risk your booking!
Bring him down to the ground, don′t just piddle around!
Chance your luck, chop him up, you can see
That the ref's not looking!
I clearly played straight for the ball, did you see?
That dozy brat took a fall right in front of me
Any sane ref would agree it!
Out comes the book and a red card, off you go!
You like to think that you′re so dead hard, now you know
They get a direct free kick!
Take the hero's role, score the winning goal!
Green is the colour, soccer the game
Scored and fouls and more for
The boys in green, the emerald team
With bloody magic!
Just fucking magic!
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