Текст Pete Townshend – Football Fugue

I was listen to a guitar, bass drum thing
Started hearing chairs screech, thought I had a gut strength
Then I saw a big band, right on the pavement
Violins and heavy boots, wondering where the wave went

You!
What?
I’m talking to you, you’re wearing the wrong colored scarf
So what?
Well you’re playing your tune, to the terrors of the enemy hauf
Hey you!
What?
I’m talking to you, concentrate on the game
What for?
Well the whistle just blew, the conductors prone to complain
Play the song, on the wall, come on son pass me the ball

Don’t let the violinist trouble your playing
Fierce looking people, but their manager’s gay
Syncopation to the sound of the ball
Trouble with the ref, on in the concert hall
Hey you!
What?
That cellist was fouled, that conductor must be blind
It’s a goal!
Whew
Oh look at the crowd
This session has run into extra time
Sit back, face off the senior, doesn’t walk alone

Music has arrived at the football stadium
A logical step would be spurs at the Palladium
Fifty thousand watts screaming out for a goal