Loo-zers !  Loo-zers !

Loo-zers !  Loo-zers !

So much raw potential that’s about to go untapped,
With so much passing, pushing, crossing, till the clock has lapsed,
But if they can’t produce a goal, their efforts go uncapped,
Chopped-down to size –
And ev’rybody cries their unnecessary tears.
So much disappointment, with so many nils, so many draws,
And have you ever noticed that the other teams with epic scores,
They’re always someone else’s team, they never can be yours ?
The anguish wails –
And ev’rybody fails for another forty years.