EVEREADY - Lee Scott

Whether pleasant weather or snow I’m playing footy wherever we go

Blasting balls at the wall at the end of the row

By the time I was 10, I already won every cup

Then I fucked me Mitre Delta up

Now we’re on a mission nicking footy’s off the posh kids

Before the lids got pissed and chonged cigs

I was out in the rain, cold, the same old

Knockouts in the car park, curby on the main road

Keep going like Eveready

Back in the days when world class players were ten a penny

20 a side, goalie when ned

Bombing down the wing, hair blowin' like Nedved

Penatly for me 'F' a referee

95 LFC repping 23

Let it be, bus stop footy tennis spree

And I’m not allowed out till I’ve ate me tea, c’est le vie

I never played Subbuteo

But I’m down for an epic game of shooty though

Heads that used to go to Cassy’s centre youthy know

No ball?

Use an empty can of Kessy super

Till you can egg a Unico

Like you’re on that Lazio Gazza dough

But you’re not, you’re cold cause you’re coats a goal post

But it’s been worse, one bounce, losers in first

Pissed cause its dark at six

And you’re rocking shitty Shopping City market kits

It’s going off when the caretakers marked the pitch

Bitch, showing off, saying shit to throw your off

Like;

«I think ye sisters fit», «you're Ma' wants you in for dinner»

53−0, next goal;

still the winner

Screaming like abusive Dads

That force their kids to play heads and vols, full kits, boots and pads

It’s just a little kick about…