the boy done good

• sozlerini billy braggin bestesini johnny marrin yapmis oldugu billy bragg sarkisi.
  
  strange as it may seem, i once had my football dreams
  but i was always the last one, the last to get chosen
  when my classmates picked their teams
  
  i guess that was the way it stayed in every game i played
  life just tripped me and clattered and kicked me
  till you picked me from the parade
  
  now i feel like i've won the cup every time that we
  make love
  forty-five minutes each way, at halftime i hear a brass
  band play
  
  the boy done good, the girl done better,
  the seasons turn and we're still together,
  the sky is still blue and tomorrow is another day
  
  you weren't that kind of a girl who likes her studs to
  be covered in mud
  taking you to the pictures was a regular fixture
  for one of life's eternal subs
  
  i tried hard acting tough, but i just can't stand the
  taste of that stuff
  like some macho park player i got in the way of
  in some grudge match against his club
  but i'm happier how i am today now i've put my
  boots away
  i guess i'll never get picked to play my song on match
  of the day