One, two, three.
Look at me, look into my eyes.
We're going to the football.
The football.
We're going to the football.
You're a football.
I'm gonna give you a kiss.
I'll give you to your pain.
You're what you want.
You know you'll never be the same.
You're a football.
You're a football.
Don't worry, son. The rounds are very smart.
The months out, I can have some food.
Food convention course.
There's great food in the food.
There's pies and chips and sauce.
I don't even know the game.
I know they use the ball.
The ball's called Sharon. It's the greatest ball of all.
And then we arrived at the football.
Get the football.
I had to climb a thousand steps.
I thought that I might fall.
I found my seat.
I looked around.
I couldn't see the ball.
My daddy put his smile into the middle of the ground.
I met him.
I walked into the air.
And then I heard the sound.
It's hard to say just what I saw.
I've been living in the air, fighting hard to win the ball.
I'm pies who aren't fair.
A hundred thousand people.
All different but the same.
I dropped my pie.
It burned a bit.
But gee, I love this game.
Get the football.
It's beautiful.
I love this game.
But not as much as dad.
He brought me here and when we cheer,
my heart is more than glad.
And even though my pie is bad,
my face printed is run.
My dad and me will always have this
in my core football.
We're at the football.
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Wiggles, spiggles.
The best kids band ever.
I race and what's your band's name?
Race and Cram.
Boring, come on.
Best kids band ever.
Worst kids band name ever.
Get yourself a name you might get somewhere.
Give it up for Race and Cram.
And the special teddy bear gifts.
