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



Words: billy bragg - music: johnny marr


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