Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When the Whistle Blows, artist - The Mitchell Brothers. Album song A Breath Of Fresh Attire, in the genre Танцевальная музыка
Date of issue: 21.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Beats, Warner Music UK
Song language: English
When the Whistle Blows |
Oi ref! |
You blatantly saw his left leg |
Clipping Ryan in the box, that’s a red |
He was one on one with the keeper |
Have a word with the linesman flagging on your left |
I mean they should be playing with 10 men |
He was well past the line, past defence |
What the fuck are they saying? |
Come on what’s the delay? |
Send him off to the, the bench! |
What do you mean he was fucking offside? |
Ain’t you flippin opened your eyes? |
He was through on the ball |
And his right foot to score in the top corner to equalise |
Ref he should be taking the spot kick |
Are you a fucking alcoholic? |
You was metres away, mate give us a break |
We don’t take it out of your pocket |
That’s fucking out of order ref, how come? |
You were quick to book him, what has he done? |
What do you mean for dissent and recent comments when? |
I was just having some fun |
He just shakes his head |
And fucking walks away |
There’s 10 minutes left |
It’s always his way |
Every time we’ve met |
He’s fucked up the day |
Without the referee it’d be a fairer game! |
It’s common sense lads, fucking common sense |
All the fucking balls stay on offence |
Defence, defend, we’ve only got 20 to go till the end |
What is the keeper playing at? |
Stay on your fucking line, Matt stay on his back! |
Fucking tackle! |
What do you mean your ankle? |
Ref’s pulling your leg, I can see from this angle |
That’s not a fucking card. |
Fuck off, never! |
He’s not fucking hurt, he’s trying to be fucking clever |
Hold your tongue Paul son, keep it together |
Or that could be you in the fucking black book |
And that’s far from a fucking happy look |
We dropped down the drain, fancy getting some hooks |
Fuck’s sake is he off, or is he off the hook? |
Only a fucking caution, nearly had me shook |
But a free kick in our direction |
Right at the edge of the box we’ll need protection |
Oh shit El Guerro takes it in discretion |
Come on boys sort out your fucking selection |
He places the ball |
Then goes takes six steps back |
There’s a hole in the wall |
Someone please fill the gap |
If he fucking scores |
I’ll be facing the sack |
Not to mention my head in the Sun getting axed |
Fucking hell keeper, keep on your toes |
He’s gonna swing it up in the corner, here he goes |
On your right son, shit I can read his flow |
Its curling, its curling, don’t let it go |
Oh fuck no. |
I fucking knew it |
I fucking knew it. |
We’ve gone and blew it |
At 5 on the clock we had the game in the bag |
Was winning the nag, now we’re heading out |
Must have had the right idea, we’re scratching our heads in doubt |
I’ve gone down the drain, and another round |
When me and the lads all meet down the Flushing Dam |
2 Minutes left, might as well check the oven now |
Who? |
Us? |
When? |
How? |
I mean who got fouled? |
A fucking penalty, now we’re in with a shout |
I can’t believe it, come on Jase do us proud |
Come on mate, come on mate, to your left! |
To your left mate! |
Come on! |
You can do it! |
What the f' what the' what the fucks wrong with this TV? |