Verse 1 We stand on the touchline feeling tense
Like wound-up rubber bands.
We heckle the opposition's defence
To get the upper hand.
This means more than anything,
It's straight to bed without their tea if they don't win!
Chorus Come on son, get the job done,
Do what it takes to get the game won!
Come on lads, forget the shin pads,
You gotta be tough like
FOOTBALL MUMS AND DADS!
Verse 1 It's nearly half-time and they're three nil down,
Call this a football team?
They don't play like Wayne Rooney plays,
They play more like Coleen!
Time to get dirty, tug those shirts,
The ref's not looking so kick 'em where it hurts!
Chorus Come on son, get the job done.....
Bridge Oi! Wake up Referee!
He's offside! Penalty!
Show the red card, that tackle was late!
Something's wrong with your whistle, mate!
Instrumental
Chorus Come on son, get the job done,
Do what it takes to get the game won!
Take the knocks, pull up your socks,
If you go down, go down in the box.
Get stuck in, land one on the chin,
Anything goes so long as you win.
Come on lads, forget the shin pads,
You gotta be tough like
FOOTBALL MUMS AND DADS!
Edgy Productions - Football Mums And Dads Lyrics
Edgy Productions - Football Mums And Dads Lyrics
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Verse 1 We stand on the touchline feeling tense
Like wound-up rubber bands.
We heckle the opposition's defence
To get the upper hand.
This means more than anything,
It's straight to bed without their tea if they don't win!
Chorus Come on son, get the job done,
Do what it takes to get the game won!
Come on lads, forget the shin pads,
You gotta be tough like
FOOTBALL MUMS AND DADS!
Verse 1 It's nearly half-time and they're three nil down,
Call this a football team?
They don't play like Wayne Rooney plays,
They play more like Coleen!
Time to get dirty, tug those shirts,
The ref's not looking so kick 'em where it hurts!
Chorus Come on son, get the job done.....
Bridge Oi! Wake up Referee!
He's offside! Penalty!
Show the red card, that tackle was late!
Something's wrong with your whistle, mate!
Instrumental
Chorus Come on son, get the job done,
Do what it takes to get the game won!
Take the knocks, pull up your socks,
If you go down, go down in the box.
Get stuck in, land one on the chin,
Anything goes so long as you win.
Come on lads, forget the shin pads,
You gotta be tough like
FOOTBALL MUMS AND DADS!
Like wound-up rubber bands.
We heckle the opposition's defence
To get the upper hand.
This means more than anything,
It's straight to bed without their tea if they don't win!
Chorus Come on son, get the job done,
Do what it takes to get the game won!
Come on lads, forget the shin pads,
You gotta be tough like
FOOTBALL MUMS AND DADS!
Verse 1 It's nearly half-time and they're three nil down,
Call this a football team?
They don't play like Wayne Rooney plays,
They play more like Coleen!
Time to get dirty, tug those shirts,
The ref's not looking so kick 'em where it hurts!
Chorus Come on son, get the job done.....
Bridge Oi! Wake up Referee!
He's offside! Penalty!
Show the red card, that tackle was late!
Something's wrong with your whistle, mate!
Instrumental
Chorus Come on son, get the job done,
Do what it takes to get the game won!
Take the knocks, pull up your socks,
If you go down, go down in the box.
Get stuck in, land one on the chin,
Anything goes so long as you win.
Come on lads, forget the shin pads,
You gotta be tough like
FOOTBALL MUMS AND DADS!
Writer: Andrew Oxspring
Copyright: Lyrics © Edgy Productions Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Edgy Productions Ltd