Gods Footballer Lyrics

Gods Footballer lyrics

He's got the bonhomie of a game show host
And his handshake is so limp it's
like meeting a ghost
His apologies are tired cos he uses them a lot
His
excuses are so lame if they were horses they'd be shot
He lies through his
teeth with impeccable grammar
In the game of life he's just a dreadful
goalhanger
Keeping all his options open till the very last
minute
Checking every situation trying to work out what's in it
Trying to
pin him down is like nailing water to a wall
He's incapable of making a
commitment at all
Like trying in a nail with an inflatable hammer
In the
game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger
Yesterday upon the stair I met
a man who's never there
He won't be there again today
Well, that's what
he told me to say
He's got the natural arrogance of an exclamation
mark
And he wishes his bite was as big as his bark
He's appealing to the
referee at every single stage
He's a fuzzy little bundle of impotent
rage
And where he ought to have patience, he only has anger
In the game
of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger
He has a lack of humility defies
imagination
And he hangs round like a fart in a Russian space station
He
doesn't even notice as he sells you down the river
Cos he's one of life's
takers and he's looking for a giver
He smirks and shrugs his shoulders as he
drops another clanger
In the game of life he's just a dreadful goalhanger