Angola (2006)

With apologies to Ray Davies

I was sitting in a pub down in old Soho,
Having failed for the tenth time to read Thérèse Raquin by Émile Zola.
Zed-oh-el-ay Zola

I was flicking through the pages of my World Cup guide
When I stumbled on the team I wanted to be my side – named Angola.
An-gee-oh-el-ay Angola
La-la-la Angola

Well, I’m not the world’s biggest football fan
But when I saw them there I developed a plan to cheer Angola.
An-gee-oh-el-ay Angola
La-la-la Angola

So I jumped straight up and went and bought me a shirt,
Red was the colour with some black and yellow stripes for Angola.
La-la-la Angola
La-la-la Angola

When the World Cup started I couldn’t sleep at night,
In Group D things were getting really tight,
We lost our first game but things started looking up
And when we drew our next match you’d think we’d won the Cup.

Well, I’m not the world’s biggest football fan
But when I saw that team then I really fell for Angola.
La-la-la Angola
La-la-la Angola
La-la-la Angola
La-la-la Angola

We needed to beat Iran
We were tied at one-all
I fell to the floor
I got down on my knees
And I prayed to God but he didn’t hear me.

Well, that’s the way that the scoreline stayed
And so that was the final game that they played, poor Angola.
La-la-la-Angola

The game’s a cruel mistress but I still love her the same
And it’s a mixed up muddled up football world except for Angola.
La-la-la-Angola

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