Footballers Wife Songtext / Lyric

Oh, Mr James Dean, he don't

belong to anything.

Oh he left before they could get him,

With their ways, their wicked ways.

Oh Marilyn Monroe, where did you go?

I didn't hear all your stories

I didn't see all your glory.



But the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife

I just don't care in the end who is she to pretend

That she's one of them

I don't think so.

And the girl from that show

yes the one we all know

she thinks she's some kinda star, yes you know who you are.

I don't think so. I don't think so.






Oh ginger Rogers, Fred Astaire

Won't you dance for me cos I just don't care

What's going on today, I think there's something more,

something more.

And I'm gone with the wind like they were before.

But I'm believing myself I think there's something more

There must be something more, I think there's something more,

something more.



But the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife

I just don't care in the end who is she to pretend

That she's one of them

I don't think so.

And the girl from that show

yes the one we all know

she thinks she's some kinda star, yes you know who you are.

I don't think so. I don't think so.



Oh I don't believe in the telling of your stories

throughout your life, there's just something unappealing it

don't catch my eye

it don't catch my eye.

Oh I don't believe in the selling of your glories before you

leave this life

there's so much more to see, I don't believe this is how the

world should be.



But the footballer's wife tells her troubles and strife

I just don't care in the end who is she to pretend

That she's one of them

I don't think so.

And the girl from that show

yes the one we all know

she thinks she's some kinda star, yes you know who you are.

I don't think so. I don't think so.