Dragging days in a bed-sit in Leytonstone
Solitary confinement with a stinking cold
Getting addicted to ancient detective shows
Mopping down Lemsips and feeling like mould
In the coach station they're rolling up for the night ride
But this heart-sick tifoso is rotting in bed
While the 2am people buy burgers in Birmingham
The Sapphires are blue, but noses are red
The symptoms of this virus are so heavy
But the withdrawal symptoms ache even more
While out on the pitch the ladies make history
Here I am honking behind the green door
It's cold being cooped up all day in a warm room
Where the telephone call brings the sickest joke
Wishing you'd bought the crossword companion
While the cost of your tickets goes up in smoke