I play football in the car park,
Even though the sky is dark,
I play in the dead of night,
Under the glare of the streetlights,
I play on my own,
As I prefer to be alone,
Since my idiot of a friend,
Made a mistake he cannot mend,
But that doesn't matter,
As I still get great laughter,
From playing the beautiful game,
While he's off with his dame.
I head home by myself,
I bump into him, he's not himself,
The fool's had too much to drink,
He has never known when to stop and think,
I go home with a smile on my face,
While he vomits all over the place.
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