Who, Who, Who?

Hi! Donna! Got your first match of the season outfit yet? Me and the girls are off to Paris next week if you wanna join us? Um? Don't know if I'll go to matches, to be honest Eh? Not go to matches? Hiya, guys So what's the betting on Salvo? Must be odds on now, reckon? Er? Come again? Don't really like - you know - being on show What papers are all sayin', in't it? Besides, all that designer stuff's a waste of money Well it's gotta be spent And I say If it's not in my wardrobe it'll be in his garage Well I say whatever shit's in the papers best flush it down the bog Yeah, but you're used to folk eyeing you over You do it for a living Just saying be great if we got Salvo on t' team, yeah? Listen up, Wammers Listen, sweetheart Captain speaking Captain's wife Let me give you some advice Supporting your husband and the club 'Snot your concern who's coming through That's not an option That's your job So you best concentrate on you The world is watching what you do Remember There's always someone out there Who, who, who is Faster and fitter Younger and prettier Waiting to take your place There'll always be rumours and whispers But what's even shittier Is some tell you straight to your face If you wanna be a player If you wanna be a stayer Better stick to the rules of the game On the pitch you gotta smack it Cheap as chips ain't gonna hack it Or the press'll soon be splashing your name Across a big fat circle of shame 'Cos there's always someone There's always someone There's always someone who is Blonder and thinner Keener and cleverer Waiting to make their move You'll always get crackpots and critics And old mates that never were Thinking they've something to prove And yes, it's a little bit Tammy Wynette All this standing by your man But you're just making sure that he doesn't forget That you are his number one fan You're an essential part of the plan And let's face it Who, who, who Wouldn't wanna be a footballer's wife? Wouldn't wanna live a footballer's life? Living the dream Living the dream Living the dream Who, who, who Wouldn't wanna be You, you, you? Though the grass isn't always as green The pay cheques are always obscene So you're up in the big league A hot bed of intrigue Chasing trophies that sparkle and gleam Now the goal's open wide And it's time to decide If you're ready to rise with the cream In the perfect team The perfect team The perfect team!