My Way:
And now, a hamstring tear
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I'll say it clear
The date of my return's uncertain
I've had a muscle pull
I've hurt my thumb, and had a thigh strain
And so, coz of all this, I never can play
Chilblains, I've had a few
I've had a knee hyper-extension
I did what I had to do, saw physios without exemption
I planned each treatment course, each hobbled step along the byway
And so, coz of all this, I never can play
Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When Brendan called, said "how are you?"
But through it all, when there was doubt
I took my pills, and took time out
I milked it all, never played football, and did it my way
I've blubbed, I've sobbed and cried
I've had my ills, my share of bruising
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think, I earn all that
And may I say, more than Steve Highway
Oh, no, oh, no, not me, please don't make me play
For what is a man, what has he got?
If not a twinge, then he has naught
To share the pains he truly feels-don't touch me there, I'll only squeal
My record's gash, I took the cash, but never did play
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Please, don't make me play