You're there for every game
But every match is the same
You train really hard each week
But you're the sub, a losing streak
Sitting on the bench you watch the match go by
Even though in training last week you really try
Although you cheer when the team win
But deep down you know it's a sin
You start to daydream
About your skills they've never seen
You try and tell the manager he's wrong
And that upfront on the pitch is where you belong
You join in the after match beers in the pub
With the Captain saying, next game you're a sub
