When The Whistle Blows Lyrics - Singles - The Mitchell Brothers

Oi ref, you blatantly saw his left leg 

Clipping Ryan in the box, that's a red 

He was one on one with the keeper 

Have a word with the linesman flagging on your left 

I mean they should be playing with 10 men 

He was well past the line, past defense 

What the fuck are they saying? 

Come on, what's the delay? 

Send him off to the, the bench 

What do you mean he was fucking offside? 

Ain't you flippin' opened your eyes? 

He was through on the ball 

And his right foot to score in the top corner to equalize 

Ref, he should be taking the spot kick 

Are you a fucking alcoholic? 

You was meters away, mate, give us a break 

We don't take it out of your pocket 

That's fucking out of order, ref, how come? 

You were quick to book him, what has he done? 

What do you mean for dissent and recent comments 

When I was just having some fun? 

He just shakes his head and fucking walks away 

There's 10 minutes left, it's always his way 

Every time we've met, he's fucked up the day 

Without the referee, it'd be a fairer game 

It's common sense lads, fucking common sense 

All the fucking balls stay on offense 

Defense, defend, we've only got 20 to go till the end 

What is the keeper playing at? 

Stay on your fucking line, Matt stay on his back 

Fucking tackle, what do you mean your ankle? 

Ref's pulling your leg, I can see from this angle 

That's not a fucking card, fuck off, never 

He's not fucking hurt, he's trying to be fucking clever 

Hold your tongue, Paul, son, keep it together 

Or that could be you in the fucking black book 

And that's far from a fucking happy look 

We dropped down the drain, fancy getting some hooks 

Fuck's sake, is he off? Or is he off the hook? 

Only a fucking caution, nearly had me shook 

But a free kick in our direction 

Right at the edge of the box we'll need protection 

Oh shit, El Guerro takes it in discretion 

Come on boys, sort out your fucking selection 

He places the ball, then goes takes six steps back 

There's a hole in the wall, someone please fill the gap 

If he fucking scores, I'll be facing the sack 

Not to mention my head in the sun getting axed 

Fucking hell keeper, keep on your toes 

He's gonna swing it up in the corner, here he goes 

On your right son, shit, I can read his flow 

It's curling, it's curling, don't let it go 

Oh fuck no, I fucking knew it 

I fucking knew it, we've gone and blew it 

At 5 on the clock we had the game in the bag 

Was winning the nag, now we're heading out 

Must have had the right idea 

We're scratching our heads in doubt 

I've gone down the drain and another round 

When me and the lads all meet down the Flushing Dam 

2 minutes left, might as well check the oven now 

Who? Us? When? How? I mean who got fouled? 

A fucking penalty, now we're in with a shout 

I cant believe it, come on, Jase, do us proud 

Come on mate, come on mate, to your left 

To your left mate, come on, you can do it 

What the f, what the, what the fuck's wrong with this TV?