The Wind-Up Birds - Great Sporting Fuck-Ups
Now I only look back
It's the one thing I am good at
Find things from my youth to keep making a fuss of
Intricate trivia takes up all of my time
Take one glance at a newspaper and then I resign
Now I don't care about the mess that they cook up
All of my sweet precious time is now took up
Online or in secondhand shops trying to look up
A VHS copy of 'Great Sporting Fuck-ups'
I thought it was more than I could stand
We jumped out of the plane when we forgot how to land
Then you touched my face with the back of your hand
The worst of our times were the times that we planned
I was stuck in a rut listening to awful 90s bands
Then you touched my face with the back of your hand
We lay in the back room
One desperate group
We only had one video
A series of bloopers
American sports clips from the 70s and 80s
Glued to the screen
Wondering what our fate is
Now I don't care about the mess that they cook up
All of my sweet, precious time is now took up
Online or in secondhand shops trying to look up
A VHS copy of 'Great Sporting Fuck-ups'
The jokes were poor and the laughter was canned
Our life was a timer without any more sand
Then you touched my face with the back of your hand
They nicked off with our heart while they managed our brand
There wasn't much sparkle in the gold that we panned
Then you touched my face with the back of your hand
Now there's no time to get our ideas all bucked up
Get involved in the world
Solve the things that they've mucked up
We're all in bed cosy
Cosy and tucked up
Rewind then replay
'Great Sporting Fuck-ups'
Written by:
John Ackroyd
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