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 tripped me and clattered and kicked 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 is still blue and tomorrow is another day      You weren't that kind of a girl 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      I tried hard acting tough, but 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   But 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