I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles / Football Crazy - Cockerel Chorus

作曲：Harry Spiro/James Brockman/James Curran/James Kendis/John Kellette/Nat Vincent

I'm forever blowing bubbles

Pretty bubbles in the air

They fly so high nearly reach the sky

Then like my dreams they fade and die

Fortune's always hiding

I've searched everywhere

I'm forever blowing bubbles

Pretty bubbles in the air

Fortune's always hiding

I've searched everywhere

I'm forever blowing bubbles

Pretty bubbles in the air

I have a favourite brother

And his Christian name is Paul

He's lately joined a football club

For he's mad about football

He's got two black eyes already

And teeth lost from his gob

Since Paul became a member of

That terrible football club

For he's football crazy

He's football mad

The football it has taken away

The little bit o' sense he had

And it would take a dozen servants

To wash his clothes and scrub

Since Paul became a member of

That terrible football club

In the middle of the field one afternoon

The captain says Now Paul

Would you kindly take this place-kick

Since you're mad about football

So he took forty paces backwards

Shot off from the mark

The ball went sailing over the bar

And landed in New York

For he's football crazy

He's football mad

The football it has taken away

The little bit o' sense he had

And it would take a dozen servants

To wash his clothes and scrub

Since Paul became a member of

That terrible football club

His wife she says she'll leave him

If Paulie doesn't keep

Away from football kicking

At night-time in his sleep

He calls out 'Pass McGinty

And other things so droll

Last night he kicked her out of bed

And swore it was a goal

For he's football crazy

He's football mad

The football it has taken away

The little bit o' sense he had

And it would take a dozen servants

To wash his clothes and scrub

Since Paul became a member of

That terrible football club