By The Bard Fan

Well I woke up this mornin’
Got those darned Prediction Blues.
Yeah, I woke up this mornin’
Really got Predictin’ Blues
You know I’m sweatin’ and shakin’
‘Cos here comes the Soccer News.

(dudduly, dudduly, dudduly, dum dum dum – or similar bluesey chords…between verses…)

Well I did all the research
Dug around on 365.
Yeah I did buckets of research
Knew my Predictions they would jive.
I just got this bad gut feelin’
That my points are gonna dive.

I went down to the churchyard
I’m gonna win it if I pray.
Asked the Lord down in the churchyard
“Give me scores for Saturday.”
Lord says, “You must be jokin’
Me predict for you? No way!”

(probably a bit of wailin’ harmonica here…)

I’m gonna buy me a newspaper
Got to get myself a hint.
Buy the Sun and buy the Mirror
Check the wisdom that they print.
But my blues are getting’ bluer
Ain’t no light; no not a glint.

Now I’m challengin’ Lorro
Found him on my old PC.
Think I’ll follow old Lorro
Must be right – he’s on TV.
But Lorro just needs to be sorry
‘Cos he’s just as crap as me.

Put my ten points on the home team
See them lose it with some style.
See that hard-fightin’ away team
Let first goals in for a while.
Oh, I’m weepin’ and a-moanin’
Just ain’t got no case to smile.

Well I woke up this mornin’
Got those ol’ Predictin’ Blues
Yeah I woke up this mornin’
Can’t shake off them Soccer Blues
I’m a tPs addict
Just can’t stop it if I choose………….

(duh duh duh, duh duh duh, duh duh duh, dum, doooo waaaaaaaaaaaaa…….)