Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Umpire, artist -Date of issue: 30.06.2013
Song language: English
The Umpire |
| I awake early morning, press my shirt, clean my shoes |
| Egg and soldiers for my breakfast, kiss the wife, avoid the news |
| Take the wheel of my Escort, sixty-five, middle lane |
| Watch the Jags and the Ferraris, leave me in their wake again |
| Who would aspire to be an umpire and who would be a referee? |
| We’re only here to be sneered at, just a relic of yesteryear |
| There was a time when we were held high, but it’s not how it used to be |
| They only let us stick around so they’ve someone to kick around |
| One more relic of yesterday |
| Do you think, they would miss me if I took a holiday? |
| Spent the morning at the seaside, candyfloss, penny arcade |
| No abuse, no indignation, no vitriol, no angry mobs |
| No high pressure situations, I’m just trying to do my job |
| Who would aspire to be an umpire and who would be a referee? |
| We’re only here to be laughed at, just a relic of yesteryear |
| There was a time when we were held high, but now they’ve got technology |
| Replaying every scene to prove that we are of no further use |
| And sport is just a computer game |
| Just a relic of yesterday |