We've seen Tevez and Messi combining R. Kelly with his terrible miming
We've seen refs make their mark A wonder goal from Ji Sung Park
We've seen France's tedious failure It could be worse - they could be Australia
We've had the hosts Macarena celebration Mick McCharty's ropey pronunciation
Every player's boots being grey and orange Ah crap - nothing ever rhymes with orange
But between every game and goal I've realised my life has a gaping hole
Which I'll fill as soon as I can find a seller... ...I really need to buy myself a Vuvuzela...ela...ela...e...e...e... Get a Vuvuzela...ela...ela...e...e...e...e...e...e....
And so on saturday First game - the USA
When Gerrard hit the net It looked like we were set
Emile was everywhere Winning everything in the air
Cole and Johnson pushing on But than it all went wrong (oh no...)
As I watched the TV screen Could not believe it Bobby Green
My Gran would not have let Dempsey score She'd have saved it even though she's '94
So now I really need to find That one thing to help me clear my mind
I think I might call Nelson Mandela... ...and see if he can order me a Vuvuzela...ela...ela...e...e...e... Order me a Vuvuzela...ela...ela...e...e...e...e...e...e....
I always dreamed that I could play Violin like Vanessa Mae
Or slide guitar Play the drum like Ringo Starr would do
Play the flute to grade four But I don't want anymore (no more)
Wanting to play piano like Alicia Keys Or learning some banjo expertise
Playing clarinet with class and grace Or maybe taking lessons on the double-bass
I've wanted to sing like Michael Ball Play recorder at the Royal Albert Hall
I've longed to have a jam With my man Paul Weller... ...screw that, all I want's a Vuvuzela...ela...ela...e...e...e... all I want's a Vuvuzela...ela...ela...e...e...e...e...e...e....