The Boy Done Good
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Strange as it may seem, I once had my football
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dreams
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But I was always the last one, the last to get
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chosen
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When my classmates picked their teams
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I guess that was the way it stayed in every game I
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played
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Life just kicked me, clattered and tripped me
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Till you picked me from the parade
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Now I feel like I've won the cup every time that we
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make love
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Forty-five minutes each way, at halftime I hear a
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brass
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band play
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The boy done good, the girl done better,
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The seasons turn and we're still together,
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The sky's still blue and tomorrow is another day
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You weren't that kind of a bird who likes her studs
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to
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be covered in mud
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Taking you to the pictures was a regular fixture
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For one of life's eternal subs
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Though I tried hard acting tough, I just can't
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stand the
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taste of that stuff
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Like some macho park player I got in the way of
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In some grudge match against his club
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Still I'm happier how I am today now I've put my
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boots away
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I guess I'll never get picked to play my song on
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Match
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of the Day
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WORDS: Billy Bragg - MUSIC: Johnny Marr
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The Boy Done Good
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| Billy Bragg |
