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The title track for the EP. If you support grass roots football, this ones for you.
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We're going out to the pub,
Tell the Oul' doll don't wait up,
I probably won't be home tonight!
Going to Turner's Cross for the match,
A bottle of Bucky and a brick of hash,
I'm banking on the Shams to start a fight.
I don't know how you could want for anything more,
€15 For the match and a tenner for the show,
Cause we've got;
Punk & Football the only thing we need,
Punk & Football in our blood, it is our creed,
Punk & Football, let's scream it in the shed,
We can chant these words 'till we're all fucking dead!
We'll go stumble into town,
Alibi for a couple of rounds,
Double vodka, whiskey, beer and stout.
Off to Fredz for the Punk Rock show,
One fucking band is all we know,
Who gives a fuck when you have friends like this!?
I don't know how you could ask for anything more,
€15 For the match and a tenner at the door,
Cause we've got;
Punk & Football the only thing we need,
Punk & Football in our blood, it is our creed,
Punk & Football, let's scream it in the shed,
We can chant these words 'till we're all fucking dead!
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