נלקח מפה:

He looked like John the Baptist, for

His hair was long and shaggy

Clad in black, he held us back

His face pockmarked and craggy

Wasting time perpetually, the game drew to a close

With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from his nose

He threw himself around the place

And blocked each opportunity

With knees and snout, he kept us out

With regular impunity

No wonder things turned ugly, and some players came to blows

With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from his nose

The crowd all let him have it

With a feeling of frustration

Hed clutch his head and fall down dead

To break our concentration

An enemy of the nation now, in song and rhyme and prose

With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from his nose

There were no thousand welcomes

For this dark Israeli giant

Who stood so tall and broke us all

Impulsive and defiant

This languid Jewish reprobate the Lord in heaven chose

With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from his nose

Though when they go to Switzerland

We hope hell do the same

With hand or foot, we hope hell put

Herr Yakin off his game

Constant swings and roundabouts, yes

Thats the way it goes

With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from your nose

:lol: