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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