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 kicked me, clattered and tripped 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's still blue and tomorrow is another day

                            You weren't that kind of a bird 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

                            Though I tried hard acting tough, 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
                            Still 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

                            WORDS: Billy Bragg - MUSIC: Johnny Marr