Match of the Day lyrics

There's the Reds and there's the Greens

Super slicks and has beens

And they're accompanied by three men dressed in black

One's a whistle, two are fags, but quite often they're the drags

Kick the ball into the goal, and put it back

But Match of the Day's

The only way

To spend your Saturday

Each side's eleven men, with numbers on their backs

But at a distance they all tend to look the same

But some own their boutiques, and they clean up every week

Inciting riots, causing chaos, such a shame!

But Match of the Day's

The only way

We spend our Saturday

And that's not all, our mate's the keeper

Slippin' and sliding in the mud

Arms as long as creepers

Send him off Ref!

Where are your specs Ref?

We'll kick you to death, Ref!

Oi! Are you deaf, Ref?!

There's a few things before we go

That I think you ought to know

Obstruction, Body Checking, heavy tackles

So put on your hat and scarf

Have a drink, have a laugh

From the terrace you can see our men do battle

Yes Match of the Day's

The only way

You can spend your Saturday

Don't forget, the trainers with their sponges

Managers with open cheques, liquid business lunches

Send him off Ref!

Where are your specs Ref?

We'll kick you to death, Ref!

Oi! Are you deaf, Ref?!

• Artist:Genesis
• Album:Spot the Pigeon