With a flick of the boot and a nod of the head

The ball goes crashing in the back of the net

But the referee and linesman disallow the goal

'Cause the boot's on the other foot, the scorer is a girl

All the men they get together

Squawking, balding birds of a feather

The old boys club is under siege

So they'll never have a woman in the Football League

There ain't nothing like a dame

To the moral guardians of the game

All the men they get together

Squawking, balding birds of a feather

Sport and life, they're both the same

Traditional upheld, imbalance remains