Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clean The Kit, artist - Andrew Lloyd Webber. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Clean The Kit |
| Soon I’m gonna be a man |
| Be a player, not a fan |
| 'Cos that’s all I ever wanted since my life began |
| Gonna be a soccer star |
| Maybe drive a fancy car |
| Build a mansion in the country for my Ma and Pa |
| Gotta clean the kit |
| I’m so sick of it |
| Each day I have to go to school |
| Have to try to keep my cool |
| While I study for exams on how to be a fool |
| It’s no wonder I’m annoyed |
| 'Cos the state is overjoyed |
| Just to teach a poor boy how to join the unemployed |
| I’m so sick of it |
| School and cleaning kit |
| One day, I won’t have to take it |
| 'Cause I know I’m gonna make it |
| All I need’s a chance |
| And I’ll be on my way |
| Only fools obey the rules |
| Thy worked all day like stupid mules |
| I’m busting out of hre |
| I’ll do it one fine day |
| I ain’t eatin' shit |
| Cleaning people’s kit |
| (Meanwhile:) |
| Alright Thomas? |
| Don’t «alright» me, you Proddy git! |
| My cousin had the shit kicked out of him |
| last week by a bunch of you bowler-hatted bastards! |
| Nothing to do with me, mate. |
| I’m an atheist and an internationalist: |
| I recognize neither God nor country |
| Well, you’ll «recognize» a boot in your face if you show yourself around here |
| again, mate! |
| Now piss off, and never come back! |
| But the season’s just starting! |
| This is my team! |
| This is a Catholic team! |
| And you’ve just been suspended — permanently! |
| We mean it, Copeland: come around here again, and you’ll regret it! |
| You’re not fit to wear a kit |
| You bastard orange Proddy git |
| We’ll tear it off your back |
| And stuff it down your throat |
| Take our advice or pay the price |
| We certainly won’t warn you twice |
| The tide has turned |
| And soon we’ll be the ones to gloat |
| You’re a sodding Brit |
| Wearing Irish kit |
| (Back to JOHN, and now MARY:) |
| So you’re gonna be a man |
| Not a stupid also-ran |
| Well, I heard a lot of talk about your master plan |
| I don’t think you’ll be a star |
| You ain’t gonna go that far |
| You’re all talk and sod all action |
| You’re all blah blah blah! |
| Come to terms with it |
| Born to clean the kit |
| Your life’s a farce |
| Get off your arse |
| Take my advice |
| Get back in class |
| Or hang around |
| And moan and groan your life away |
| 'Cos every hunk |
| Ends up a drunk |
| Just killing time |
| His prospects sunk |
| Still claiming that he’s gonna bust out one fine day |
| If the cap’ll fit |
| You’ll be wearing it |
| Stuck here cleaning kit |
| Have no fear |
| The time is near |
| This boy is busting out of here |
| I’ll be burning brightly |
| Once the flame is lit |
| I’ll make my mark |
| Light up the dark |
| Explosions start with just one spark |
| And then another lad |
| Will have to clean my kit! |
| I’m so sick of it |
| School and cleaning kit |
| You’re so full of it! |
| But one day |
| I’m |
| Not gonna take it! |