With a flick of the boot and a nod of the head   The ball goes crashing in the back of the net   But the referee and linesman disallow the goal   'Cause the boot's on the other foot, the scorer is a girl   All the men they get together   Squawking, balding birds of a feather   The old boys club is under siege   So they'll never have a woman in the Football League   There ain't nothing like a dame   To the moral guardians of the game   All the men they get together   Squawking, balding birds of a feather   Sport and life, they're both the same   Traditional upheld, imbalance remains