The Mitchell Brothers - When The Whistle Blows lyrics

Oi ref! You blatantly saw his left leg Clipping Ryan in the box, that's a red He was one on one with the keeper Have a word with the linesman flagging on your left I mean they should be playing with 10 men He was well past the line, past defence What the f** are they saying? Come on what's the delay? Send him off to the, the bench! What do you mean he was f**ing offside? Ain't you flippin opened your eyes? He was through on the ball And his right foot to score in the top corner to equalise Ref he should be taking the spot kick Are you a f**ing alcoholic? You was metres away, mate give us a break We don't take it out of your pocket That's f**ing out of order ref, how come? You were quick to book him, what has he done? What do you mean for dissent and recent comments when? I was just having some fun He just shakes his head And f**ing walks away There's 10 minutes left It's always his way Every time we've met He's f**ed up the day Without the referee it'd be a fairer game! It's common sense lads, f**ing common sense All the f**ing balls stay on offence Defence, defend, we've only got 20 to go till the end What is the keeper playing at? Stay on your f**ing line, Matt stay on his back! f**ing tackle! What do you mean your ankle? Ref's pulling your leg, I can see from this angle That's not a f**ing card. f** off, never! He's not f**ing hurt, he's trying to be f**ing clever Hold your tongue Paul son, keep it together Or that could be you in the f**ing black book And that's far from a f**ing happy look We dropped down the drain, fancy getting some hooks f**'s sake is he off, or is he off the hook? Only a f**ing caution, nearly had me shook But a free kick in our direction Right at the edge of the box we'll need protection Oh sh** El Guerro takes it in discretion Come on boys sort out your f**ing selection He places the ball Then goes takes six steps back There's a hole in the wall Someone please fill the gap If he f**ing scores I'll be facing the sack Not to mention my head in the Sun getting axed f**ing hell keeper, keep on your toes He's gonna swing it up in the corner, here he goes On your right son, sh** I can read his flow Its curling, its curling, don't let it go Oh f** no. I f**ing knew it I f**ing knew it. We've gone and blew it At 5 on the clock we had the game in the bag Was winning the nag, now we're heading out Must have had the right idea, we're scratching our heads in doubt I've gone down the drain, and another round When me and the lads all meet down the Flushing Dam 2 Minutes left, might as well check the oven now Who? Us? When? How? I mean who got fouled? A f**ing penalty, now we're in with a shout I cant believe it, come on Jase do us proud Come on mate, come on mate, to your left! To your left mate! Come on! You can do it! What the f' what the' what the f**s wrong with this TV?