It Is Only The Winners

One might say they kicked their way into renown
The heroes of football are played through the town
Behind the citizens band on the sidewalks the happy fans singing loud
Waving the club colors delighted and proud

They are deemed to be worthy of a street parade
And on winning the cup heroes of them are made
Had they lost in the big game in the pubs of the town
Their disappointed fans their sorrows would drown

Life one suppose like the big football game
To the winners go all of the glory and fame
The losing fans are left to weep in their beer
The winning fans feel they have the right to cheer

It is out of winners that heroes are made
The losers from memory so quick to fade
Suppose this is how it is and it always will be
It is a winners World would you not agree

Tonight in the pubs the winning fans will celebrate
They will sing the club song and party until late
Whilst the fans of the losers will weep in their beer
It is only the winners have the right to cheer.