My life is like an English soccer score—
there’s nothing to distinguish day from day—
and everything turns out a nil all draw.
Not deja vu—you’ve seen it all before,
it’s real, it just not worth the breath to say
my life is like an English soccer score.
I’m Georgie Porgie Best at fifty four:
too fat to fuck, too puffed to run away,
and everything turns out a nil all draw.
No strategies, no tactics, nothing more
than keeping out of younger players’ way.
My life is like an English soccer score.
There are no rules of play, just nature’s law;
you’ve used your colours up; you’re down to grey
and everything turns out a nil all draw.
It’s going to get ugly, that’s for sure.
No ref to blow the whistle on foul play.
My life is like an English soccer score
and everything turns out a nil all draw.