It’ll be the fifth day of Juillet
and none a cent to pay
to eat, drink and be merry
no world cup talk shall I carry
the boredom! please take it away!
The drone and talk of the ‘universal’ game
really, no point scoring its just quite lame
‘The Germans will surely win the cup!’
the home turf the krauts won’t give up
Boca, River, AFA, no reason for shame
Men and boys in powder blue stripes
gave it their all, Maradona’s old yikes!
Italians, and Aussies, Poles, and Croats
Fans from all over, eating their brats
Watching for a ball between the pipes
90 minutes 3 times a day
Please kick a goal, we pray!
For heaven sakes, it’s a game
But, not a yellow or red how lame
Turn off the TV and walk away
Come to my house if you understand French
I got a grill in the back and a white painted bench
make sure you get the date right
and try with all your might
cease the talk of the sport perfect for a wench!
Where’s the barrister of the gov’ment
Sullivan come to our aid in this moment
Please all baseball lover’s unite
and give this futbol’er’ a fright
To say soccer’s glorious I’m hell bent
A man's sport requires speed
leather, pine tar, bats is what you need
or a ball up and in now that's intimidation
a deuce on the ribs, even music to the chin
could make a man a boy and take heed
Gibson, Koufax, Williams, and Ruth,
men with real guts, an example for youth
not running incessantly and kicking a ball
all that action and no scoring at all
Futboler's are actors y’all know it’s the truth
Gehrig, Maris, Hornesby even Shoeless Joe
they'd never settle for that sort of show
faking it and making it seem like a trip
and that long hair they wear is just not hip
Psst! Beckham’s really a girl I hope you know