Soccer

In the competitive game called

Soccer

We are all friends

Oh yeah

We shake hands

And say ‘good game’

Even when we feel lousy

At the score that went awry

Against us

We brush off our losses

And await rematches

For setbacks will not last

‘Till we meet again

We swear sweet revenges

On the field we play fiercely

Fighting for the ball with no mercy

Our gut – the ammunition

Victory – the inspiration

Keep us on locomotion

When the whistle blows

And we are ahead we glow

What a feeling we all know

Sweet victories to behold

Oh yeah

Our muscles are sore

Our feet are aching

Our hearts are racing

Yet we are smiling

From the high of the competitive game called

Soccer