I don't expect my football team to score many goals,
Never fooled myself that my team will come through,
Being used to trouble I anticipate it,
But all the same I hate it, in League Two

So what happens now,
Another suitable case for another draw,
So what happens now,
Take a picture of it when they score,
Where are they going to,
They'll get by, they always have before
Where are they going to,

Time and time again I've said that I do care,
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through,
But with every hope that shatters all my words desеrt me,
So any score can hurt me, and thеy do