European Pie

European Pie

By Padrig Boles
Dec 2009

A long, long time ago….
I can still remember
How that game used to make me smile
And I knew if we had a chance
The we could make that little ball dance
And, maybe we’d be happy for a while

But October made me shiver
With every through ball I delivered
Bad shots from the box line
I couldn’t take one more shot

I can’t remember if I cried
When I hit that old crossbar
But someone fouled me deep inside
The day euro soccer died

So bye-bye Miss European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
And them nice euro guys were drinking Perrier and wine
Singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died

Did you write the book of laws
And do you have faith in the Ref alone
If the rulebook tells you so?
Do you believe in the offsides trap?
Can speed save your weak o-attack?
And can you teach me the samba dance real slow?

Well, I know that you all love the game
‘cause I saw you training in the gym
You both kicked real nice shots
Man I dig that American style

I was a lonely teenage soccer fan
With a red uniform and a yellow card
But even I knew who to guard
The day euro soccer died

I started singin’
Bye-bye European pie
Drove my Ford to the field

But the field was full
Them nice euro guys were drinkin Perrier and wine
And singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died

Now for ten years Sam’s been on his own
And moss grows fat on an old goal post
But that’s not how it has to be
Then Landon scored for the king and queen
In some boots he borrowed from Beckham
And a corner that rang around the world
Oh, and while the king was looking down
Clint hit that volley right down town
The stadium was adjourned
A big verdict was returned
And while Bradley read a book on Boles
The squad then practiced on the pitch
And we sang “Ole” till we itched
The day euro soccer died

We were singing
‘bye-bye European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
Them nice euro guys were drinkin Perrier and wine
And singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died

Striker Keeper in a summer melter
The midfield started to lay the lumber
Eight yards out and a foul is called
It landed in the right top shelf
The players tried for a diagonal pass
With the defender on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half time air was sweet boot bloom
While the nutmeg move sent him to the moon
We all got up to scream
Oh, we all got on the pitch
But we tripped right in the ditch
‘cause the players tried to take the field
The euro dudes refused to yield
Do your recall the paint peeler
The day euro soccer died?

We started singing
‘bye-bye European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
Them nice euro guys were drinkin Perrier and wine
And singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A new generation in one place
With time left in extra time to win
So come on: Jozy be nimble, Jozy be quick
Jozy flashed a nice penalty kick
Cause the flop is France’s only friend

Oh, as they watched him on the pitch
My feet were steppin’ o’re the dead bodies
No player born in Italia
Could match our Bocanegra
And as the score climbed high into the night
To light the world cup light
I saw Gulati laughing with delight
The day euro soccer died

He was singing
‘bye-bye European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
Them nice euro guys were drinkin Perrier and wine
And singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died

I met a girl who played real tough
And I asked why she was pickin’ up chicklets
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred pitch
Where I’d seen the game years before
But the coach there said the girls no longer play

And in the streets the kids don’t play
The private fields are where they stay
But not a try was taken
The wing was shakin’ and bakin
And the three teams I admire most:
The Fire, Crew and Revolution
They caught the first flight for the states

The day euro soccer died
And they were singing
‘bye-bye European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
Them nice euro guys were drinkin Perrier and wine
singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died

They were singing
‘bye-bye European pie
Drove my Ford to the field
But the field was full
Them nice euro guys were drinkin Perrier and wine
And singin’, this’ll be the day euro soccer dies
This’ll be the day that she died