Friday Night And The Gates Are Low Songtext / Lyric

When I had my loft

Converted back into a loft

The neighbours came around and scoffed

And called me retro



But they are the type

Who never used to go to the match

Until the family thing got big

In the late eighties



Dad's a steward in the stand

Brace of comps in his hand



New men run a creche

While home defeats by Jeunesse D'Esch

In the Lux Familiar cup

Are rendered pointless






Stick a burger in my mouth

Shove a seat beneath my arse

Buy the shirt and shorts and socks

Win the keeper's sweaty jocks

Point a gun down at your foot

Am I supposed to be at home?



Friday night and the gates are low

And it's raining

Bastard slip of a sub's ruined my weekend



So you came and went

'Cos on crap three million was spent

And if Josh wants a five man tent

There must be forfeits



Star man said bye bye

And now you're reaching for the Sky

Sit back relax and watch us die

Of entertainment



Fiancee said that it was fun

Even though the others won

I can't stand any more

'Cos I can't stand anymore

You were blind but you will see

Tonight's attendance one-two-three



Friday night and the gates are low

And it's raining

Bastard slip of a sub's ruined my weekend

Friday night and I just love complaining

And no I haven't got anything better to do