Footballers Have Feelings Too

YAAAAAAHHHH!
Jane's husband calls on the way from the hospital
She is sitting up! She is drinking wine!
WAAAAAHHHHH!
"But how is the child?" I ask, between smiles and congratulations
"Oh, the child is OK," he thinks. "It's a blond one. It's too early to tell
I think it had blue eyes or something?"
Blue, green, it didn't seem important at the time

NGAAAHHHH!
Jane's husband is on our storm porch waving around a picturedisc of Megadeth's cover of "No More Mr. Nice Guy"
And as a symbolic act it is difficult to beat
But the fact that the last storms we heard were in Grandfather's coughing fits
Should remind that
He has assets to share (he has assets to share)
He has assets to share

If
Kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids are kids
Then
Trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees are trees

Jane's husband has just as many conspiracy theories in his mind as she has in her magazines
And Jane's husband has faith in the future
Because movement is movement is movement is movement and nothing must cease
He worries me
He's got a big heart
A preference for Chinese women brought him down
The cost of airfares alone took his house, then another
His children reduced to begging in the streets
While dressed as Stan Collymore
Stan Collymore
Yeah, that cunt