Singalong

>His name was David,
>He was a goalie,
>With a pigtail in his hair, why was he standing way out there ?
>He tried to run back but couldn't make it,
>The Brazilians watched it from a far, as it sneaked under the bar
>You could hear the crowd roar, Rivaldo's lying on the floor
>The lions whimpered out the door,
>Oh baby, who could ask for more...
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>At the Copa, oh, Copa-ca-bann-ock-burn,
>Its great to watch Rivaldo turn,
>At the Copa, oh, Copa-ca-bann-ock-burn,
>The man with the Moustache should stick to making the adverts,
>At the Copa - They fell to bits.
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>His name was Rio, He was a diamond,
>He was running round in rings, he saw Rivaldo level things,
>And when he finished, He called him over
>But Rio went to slow, Rivaldo slammed it in the goal,
>And then Brooking had a spew, Motson bit his mike in two,
>Then Rhonaldino, he got a red card, but with Mills picked by Sven
>It looked like ten versus ten....
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>At the Copa, oh, Copa-ca-bann-ock-burn,
>Its great to watch Rivaldo turn,
>At the Copa, oh, Copa-ca-bann-ock-burn,
>With heskey near the ball, how did they score a goal at all ?,
>At the Copa - We laughed and laughed.
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>His Name was Bobby, He was the captain,
>But that was 30 years ago, thats when they used to have a show,
>Now its a party, but not for Beckham,
>Still in the dress he used to wear, faded feathers in his hair,
>He slumps down on the pitch refined, and then cries himself half blind,
>He lost his cup, and lost his glory,
>But up in Scotland thats not the story....
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>At the Copa, oh, Copa-ca-bann-ock-burn,
>Its great to watch Rivaldo turn,
>At the Copa, oh, Copa-ca-bann-ock-burn,
>Three little kittys on the chest, Now we all know whos the best,
>At the Copa....we...said...good-byeeeeeeee!!.