Tekster: Pete Townshend. Football Fugue.

I was listening to a guitar, bass drum thing
Started hearing chest screech, thought I had a gut strength
Then I saw a big band, right on the pavement
Violins and heavy boots, wondering where the wave went

You
(What?)
I'm talking to you, you're wearing the wrong colored scarf
(So what?)
Well, you're playing your tune to the Torrence of the enemy Hauf

Hey you
(What?)
I'm talking to you, concentrate on the game
(What for?)
Well, the whistle just blew, the conductor's going to complain
Play the song on the wall, come on, sir, pass me the ball

Don't let the violinist trouble your playing
Fierce looking people, but their manager's gay
Syncopation to the sound of the ball
Trouble with the ref on in the concert hall

Hey you
(What?)
That cellist was found, that conductor must be blind
It's a girl
(Whew)
Oh, look at the crowd, this session's run to extra time
Sit back, or face off the senior that won't walk alone

Music has arrived at the football stadium
A logical step would be spears at the Palladium
Fifty thousand watts screaming out for a goal
Why don't they blow a whistle in rock and roll?

Hey you
(What?)
Get back to your seat, the song has only just begun
(So what?)
We need two encores to beat and the band is faced to run

Hey you
(What?)
Get down off the wire, the spirit of the game's still strong
(Say's who?)
Well, I'll never talk, kicking my piano around
All you fans of the score, if you give a show support
Will
(Win)