(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)



The war monument is still standing

Between two football fields

With the name of the men killed on the battle fields

They were center forwards, keepers and backs

They thought they would win



It's a family tradition

To play in football team

I have nephews, dumb but tall

Who, still foetus, kicked the ball

I've got flat feet and my knees are weak

They all thought it was time to start my J.O.S. days



J.O.S. days



The last war in this country

The fighting lasted four days

I see one name again

He had my age and my first name

He thought he would win like in his J.O.S days



J.O.S. days



They had too many boys

Who wanted to be in a team

So in one day, in one match

You had to prove your ability

I was knocked out, a real disgrace

A break with the family tradition of the J.O.S. days



J.O.S. days



I can live without a finger

I can live without a toe

But the head is necessary