With a flick of the boot and a nod of the head
The ball goes crashing in the back of the net
But the referee and linesman disallow the goal
'Cause the boot's on the other foot, the scorer is a girl
All the men they get together
Squawking, balding birds of a feather
The old boys club is under siege
So they'll never have a woman in the Football League
There ain't nothing like a dame

To the moral guardians of the game
All the men they get together
Squawking, balding birds of a feather
Sport and life, they're both the same
Traditional upheld, imbalance remains