Letra 97. It's a Man's Game de Chumbawamba original

All through the game he shouts at his mates
Talking, talking, talking, never shuts his face
Into the pub for a sporting discussion
He always tries to dominate the conversation
At home there's more serious things to discuss
His partner tries to prompt him, 'Let's talk about us'
He's silent now, he has nothing to say
The ball's in his court, but he don't know how to play