G F  G F

G             F              G           F
When I had my loft converted back into a loft
               G               F                     G
The neighbours came around and scoffed and called me retro.
                 F              G                 F
But they are the type who never used to go to the match
          G                F               G
Until the family thing got big in the late eighties.


C        F              C      F
 Dad’s a steward in the stand
C         F            C     F  
 Brace of comps in his hand.


G             F                   G                 F
New Men run a crèche while home defeats by Jeunesse D’Esch
       G            F                G
In the Lux Familiar cup are rendered pointless.


C        F            C      F
 Stick a burger in my mouth
C        F               C     F
 Shove a seat beneath my arse.


C        F                    C              F               C
 Buy the shirt and shorts and socks; win the keeper’s sweaty jocks
        F                C             F              Bb     Bb
Point a gun down at your foot; am I supposed to be at home?
C                    G         F            C        C
Friday night and the gates are low and it’s raining
                  G            F      C
Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend.


G               F                 G                 F
So you came and went ‘cos on crap three million was spent
            G                F                  G
And if Josh wants a five-man tent there must be forfeits.
                  F                  G                F
Star man said bye-bye and now you’re reaching for the sky
            G                F           G
Sit back, relax and watch us die of entertainment.


C        F                C    F
 Fiancée said that it was fun
C     F                 C     F
 Even though the others won.


C        F         C                  F        C
 I can’t stand any more, ‘cos I can’t stand anymore
         F                  C                 F                Bb     Bb
You were blind but you will see – tonight’s attendance one-two-three.


C                    G         F            C        C
Friday night and the gates are low and it’s raining
                  G            F      C
Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend.
                 G      F       C
Friday night and I just love complaining
                      G        F         C      Bb   C
And no, I haven’t got anything better to do.