'Come on, Russ, it's time for a rest'
On no, I can't believe it
I just can't sodding believe it
I've only been f*cking nutmegged again
The smell of the grass
A mocking laugh
They've put me out to pasture
That was it, subbed before half time,
Replaced by a fit lad half my age
Guess it's the withering truth of the beautiful game
The smell of the grass
A mocking laugh
They've put me out to pasture
Chewing the cud
Of a body that's lost
I can't run any faster
The boss turned around and said 'Read my lips'
'Sorry son, it's cut and dry, you've had your chips'
Bent over panting, hands on my hips
I just can't believe it's true that I've had my chips
I've spent my life on the left
Started out on the wing, then solid at the back
But it looks like I've had my last shower
The smell of the grass
A mocking laugh
They've put me out to pasture
Is it really time for an early bath?
Screwed up and thrown in the bin
The boss said the team needed more manpower
The smell of the grass
A mocking laugh
They've put me out to pasture
Chewing the cud
Of a body that's lost
I can't run any faster
The boss turned around and said 'Read my lips'
'Sorry son, it's cut and dry, you've had your chips'
Bent over panting, hands on my hips
I just can't believe it's true that I've had my chips