Our Old Centre Back Songtext
von Cats on Fire

I can see your silhouette from where I sit
Not all of your garden lights are properly lit
Now I was the one to pounce and go on the attack
You were in the house with our old centre back
He learned the secrets of a good sales pitch
My sources tell me that he′s filthy rich
You mistook me for the painter and the private view
I was merely standing in the champagne queue


But if you think I look good in a beret
Then I'd be more than happy
To be there and to get the chance to say
That art just imitates football

Now from my view here behind the tree
It′s easy to see why it's him and not me
A towering figure projected on the shade
Our centre back, he was never afraid
Now I was never much of a number nine
I thought I was too bright for the assembly line
You mistook me for the painter and the private view
I was merely standing in the alcohol queue


But if you think I look good in a beret
Then I'd be more than happy
To be there and to get the chance to say
That life just imitates football