Gift Grub - Dry Your Eyes Becks (Comedy) lyrics

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I'm just standing there, I can't say a word

Cos everythings just gone, I've got nothing – absolutely nothing

In one single moment your life can turn around

In the distance I see Wayne Rooney falling to the ground

Looks like he's gonna give it, then looks like he's not

Then finally the referee is pointing to the spot

It all comes down to this then its like everybody says

As I stare into the eyes of Fabien Barthez

Will I go left? – will I go right? – haven't decided yet

Sod it - I'll just stick the thing in the back of the bloody net

I let fly with my right boot, my whole world begins to freeze

I'm begging the silver ball “please go in, please�

I see a Union Jack in the air as someone waves it

But my whole world's in despair cos Barthez saves it

Chorus (Sung By Roy Keane):

Dry your eyes mate,

I know its hard to take but obviously as I said before like,

There's plenty more games in Group B

Dry your eyes mate,

You'll have a chance to polish up against the Swiss on Thursday

Or at the end of the day like, it's over...

Then the lads start looking at me as if I've committed a crime

But we're still one-nil up going into injury time

The ref checks his watch and we all look at the clocks

Then Heskey commits a foul on the edge of our box

We all regroup and make a wall, stand there hand in hand

There's no sign of posh at all anywhere in the stand

We all know what they're gonna do – it can only be one man

They all call him Zizu – his name is Zinedine Zidane

I wonder if he remembers how in the tunnel I gave him a kiss

I wonder if it'll please, please, please make him miss

But he sticks it in the net - which means now we're all level

Now all I've got left are the tears of Gary Neville

Chorus:

Dry your eyes mate,

I know its hard to take but obviously as I said before like,

There's plenty more games in Group B

Dry your eyes mate,

You'll have a chance to prove yourself against the Swiss on Thursday

Or at the end of the day like, it's over...

We're all over the shop, when will the ref blow the whistle?

We're not playing like England no more – more like Patrick Thistle

We need a pep talk, a speech, a helping hand, a sermon

Cos we're not getting nothing from this ref who just happens to be German

There he goes again giving out the yellow card

When suddenly the ball breaks to Steven Gerrard

I see the hopes of a nation all going up in flames

With a lunge of desperation from our ‘keeper David James

The ref points to the spot – God I'll give you a million quid

If you please, please, please make Zidane do what I did

But he sticks it in the net- how could I think he would miss?

Cos I'm starting to regret giving Zidane that kiss

Chorus:

Dry your eyes mate,

I know its hard to take but obviously as I said before like,

There's plenty more games in Group B

Dry your eyes mate,

You'll have a chance to prove yourself against the Swiss on Thursday

Or at the end of the day like, it's over...<br />

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Thanks to razvan