Rugby

I'm glued into my seat I keep shaking my feet What should I do? There's nothing I could pay There's nothing I could play That could prove to you And when there's knock ons They will all scrum down Watching lineouts that get overthrown Eyes glued to the TV screen I should have kept it clean I'm out here in the streets I'm quicker on my feet What could I prove to you? I'm living in a shack Picking spiders off my back And I'm like "Cool!" And when there's knock ons They will all scrum down Watching lineouts that get overthrown Eyes glued to the TV screen I should have kept it clean Well you defended me And I've defended you But now that's through Drinking from the Cup I keep fucking that up Cus I'm so rude