Champions

It was july 2008
On a Sunday afternoon
it was getting late
I tuned in to the wimbledon final
Roger Federer was facing his rival
Nadal was winning, he was up two sets
and my friend kept on grinning
which was making me upset
he said “don’t worry mate, cos it ain’t over yet”
And low and behold they were soon neck a neck.
It was a nerve-racking experience ; I drank a lot of whisky
And that fourth set tiebreaker almost f**king killed me
By the end of the match we were dazed and confused
My friend looked at me and said “how can he lose?

We all wanna be champions that’s true
Then again what are ya gonna do ?
If you can’t do s**t mate that’s alright
We’re just gonna get s**t faced all night
We all wanna be champions that’s true
Then again what are ya gonna do ?

Boy, you’re fronting like a champion
You’ve even got your own theme song
But your s**t show wont last long
Cos you ain’t got a clue why going on
Boy, you ain’t no f**king champion
Nah, you ain’t no f**king champion
you ain’t no f**king champion
you ain’t no f**king champion

Suddenly it’s four in the morning
i’m meandering through tescos
Buying frozen pizza and a little pot of pesto
I got a case of the munchies
cos I had a liquid lunch, i had had a liquid everything every day for the last month
When I get back to the flat my mate is passed
Out on the sofa
I give him a little shove to check he aint in a coma
He groans a little bit so I decide that he’s ok
I pour myself a glass of wine and reflect on my day
I contemplate the obstacles on my quest to achieving greatness.
I wonder what would roger do? Most likely something gracious.
The sun comes up, holy f**k is that the time?
I decide to go to bed as I have finished all the wine

We all wanna be champions that’s true
Then again what are ya gonna do ?
If you can’t do s**t mate that’s alright
We’re just gonna get s**t faced all night
We all wanna be champions that’s true
Then again what are ya gonna do ?

Boy, you’re fronting like a champion
You’ve even got your own theme song
But your s**t show wont last long
Cos you ain’t got a clue why going on
Boy, you ain’t no f**king champion
Nah, you ain’t no f**king champion
you ain’t no f**king champion
you ain’t no f**king champion

Lyrics by Lewca