Текст песни Who, Who, Who? - Kath Gotts

Hi! Donna!
Got your first match of the season outfit yet?
Me and the girls are off to Paris next week if you wanna join us?
Um? Don't know if I'll go to matches, to be honest
Eh?
Not go to matches?

Hiya, guys
So what's the betting on Salvo?
Must be odds on now, reckon?
Er?
Come again?

Don't really like - you know - being on show
What papers are all sayin', in't it?
Besides, all that designer stuff's a waste of money
Well it's gotta be spent
And I say
If it's not in my wardrobe it'll be in his garage
Well I say whatever shit's in the papers best flush it down the bog
Yeah, but you're used to folk eyeing you over
You do it for a living
Just saying be great if we got Salvo on t' team, yeah?

Listen up, Wammers
Listen, sweetheart

Captain speaking
Captain's wife
Let me give you some advice
Supporting your husband and the club
'Snot your concern who's coming through
That's not an option
That's your job
So you best concentrate on you
The world is watching what you do
Remember
There's always someone out there
Who, who, who is

Faster and fitter
Younger and prettier
Waiting to take your place
There'll always be rumours and whispers
But what's even shittier
Is some tell you straight to your face

If you wanna be a player
If you wanna be a stayer
Better stick to the rules of the game
On the pitch you gotta smack it
Cheap as chips ain't gonna hack it
Or the press'll soon be splashing your name
Across a big fat circle of shame

'Cos there's always someone
There's always someone
There's always someone who is

Blonder and thinner
Keener and cleverer
Waiting to make their move
You'll always get crackpots and critics
And old mates that never were
Thinking they've something to prove

And yes, it's a little bit Tammy Wynette
All this standing by your man
But you're just making sure that he doesn't forget
That you are his number one fan
You're an essential part of the plan
And let's face it

Who, who, who
Wouldn't wanna be a footballer's wife?
Wouldn't wanna live a footballer's life?
Living the dream
Living the dream
Living the dream
Who, who, who
Wouldn't wanna be
You, you, you?

Though the grass isn't always as green
The pay cheques are always obscene
So you're up in the big league
A hot bed of intrigue
Chasing trophies that sparkle and gleam
Now the goal's open wide
And it's time to decide
If you're ready to rise with the cream

In the perfect team
The perfect team
The perfect team!