Unstable stands afflush with fans    pilfered piles and pints in wobbly hands...   in the bowls of the bar two boys spar    don't flinch an inch and territories marked      Oh I'd swear by my own cock and balls   and the family home's four walls      There'll be no treason this season    The players they bask    the boss he basks   Just win the big match it's all I can ask       Darrell my son the bastards won   we've been lumbered with loosing life for far too long   the ground groans like the belly of a sleeping whale   don't flinch an inch you'll be released on bail      Oh I'd swear by my own cock and balls   and the family home's four walls      There'll be no treason this season   The players are slack   The boss has been sacked    Just win the big match it's all I can ask      Woebegone with weeping    that sets you down to sleeping...   please canary, please be wary   the pit of a man's heart is dark and scary      Oh are yer yellow with cowardice?   Oh are yer yellow with jaundice?       A slap on the arse from my baby   the hiss and the sting   and the mark of a ring   and the cold reality      Who are yer? Who are yer? Who are yer? Who are yer?