Walking Football
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Lyrics
It's 12 o'clock on Strikers' day, the regular squad shuffles in.
The warm-up gets us in the groove - it's the tonic before we begin.
We say: Walk, jog or run, it's all about fun, but hey, keep off the walls.
It's competitive stuff, but don't play too rough, whoa whoa, no injuries, boys!
Da da da De De da
Da da da De De da ​
Da da!
Get stuck in, all you Strikers’ men
Stuck in, attack and defend.
Well, we’re all the mood for a sporting game, and the score doesn't matter my friends
Verse 2
Now there’s John in goal, shifting cones with his soles, then smiles and says it's not me.
Well that may be true, cause we all do it too, so we just carry on with the game.
He says: Mike, please don't pick on me, as a grin runs over his face. I'm here to stop goals, the cones stick to my soles, cause I'm the last man in defence!
Da da da De De da
Da da da De De da
Da da!
Get stuck in, all you Strikers’ men
Stuck in, attack and defend.
Well, we’re all the mood for a sporting game, and the score doesn't matter my friends.
Now Grants’s on the wing, he’s ready to sting, as his team breaks out of defence.
When Ian in the middle then blows his whistle, and it’s met with some grumpy dissent.
Ian says: Time’s up I’m sorry, no time for glory, though you were ready to score.
There's no extra time, but the game was sublime. Let’s move on to game four.
Chorus:
Da da da De De da
Da da da De De da
Da da!
Get stuck in, all you Strikers’ men
Stuck in, attack and defend.
Well, we’re all the mood for a sporting game, and the score doesn't matter my friends.
Final verse:
It’s six teams of six on this Strikers’ day, and Pauline gives us a smile.
She knows what it means to have organised teams, Rob and Alan do it in style.
Pauline says: Guys, you're a wonderful group, it's great to see you again. You're a pleasure to host so here is my toast, to a group I now call my friends.
Chorus:
Da da da De De da
Da da da De De da
Da da
Get stuck in, all you Strikers’ men
Stuck in, attack and defend.
Well, we’re all the mood for a sporting game, and the score doesn't matter my friends.
Da DA!