The Boy Done Good

The Boy Done Good
Strange as it may seem, I once had my football dreams
But I was always the last one, the last to get chosen
When my classmates picked their teams
I guess that was the way it stayed in every game I played
Life just tripped me and clattered and kicked me
Till you picked me from the parade
Now I feel like I've won the cup every time that we
make love
Forty-five minutes each way, at halftime I hear a brass
band play
The boy done good, the girl done better,
The seasons turn and we're still together ,
The sky is still blue and tomorrow is another day
You weren't that kind of a girl who likes her studs to
be covered in mud
Taking you to the pictures was a regular fixture
For one of life's eternal subs
I tried hard acting tough, but I just can't stand the
taste of that stuff
Like some macho park player I got in the way of
In some grudge match against his club
But I'm happier how I am today now I've put my
boots away
I guess I'll never get picked to play my song on Match
of the Day