Saturday morning twelve o`clock
Oh shit i am too late
I jump on my feet, trying to walk
I feel my headache
Breakfast won`t taste good today
Must be the fault of the wine
But i don`t mind and jump in my car
Oh yeah, it`s soccer time
It`s soccer time today
But what i see, i can`t believe
I try to understand
What fools come to a soccer match
With baseballcaps in their hands
Why don`t they go to a boxing match
If they wanna see fists in faces
They are no fans but hooligans
Don`t care about UEFA-places
Half past three, the referee blows
In his pipe the match can start
But still outside the stadium
Some idiots hitting hard
Croosball, shoot and goal we cry
From the stands some beercans fly
A drunken hool on the fence he climbs
And hatred fills his cry
It`s soccer time today
But what i see
The math is over
And my team has won
My happiness i can`t hide
But while inside, the fans still yell
Some suckers go outside
With sticks in hands and hate in mindthey are looking for an enemy
And when i leave the stadium
I hope it isn`t me
It`s soccer time today