It's the World Cup in Brazil in two thousand and one four

I’ve fed and bathed the kids and they’re in bed

He's late back from the pub, just like a hundred times before

England play today and something that I dread

 

I know that England, if they win, they'll all be celebrating

He'll bring back cans of beer and fish and chips

I've  prepared myself for later and a 'bout' of drunken mating

And the taste of "Stella" on his beery lips

 

I ask myself  “Oh why the hell do I put up with this?”

I know I left him once... well... very nearly

It's true, he only does it when he’s out and on the piss

And fair to say, I know he loves me really

 

His meal is on the table, it's been nursed since ten o’clock

I know that he'll be "bladdered" in the pub

I wait with trepidation for  the key out in the lock

And those loving words “Right Slag Where’s me grub?”

 

The late film's on the telly as I hear a noise outside

I stir and make my way from off the chair

I think of all those times that I’ve sighed and tried and cried

But I stick with him “for the kids sake” to be fair

 

I should have seen it coming as I opened up the door

The hatred in his eyes just said it all

He caught me on the cheek and sent me crashing to the floor

When he falls asleep I’ll give the Police a call

 

The Police they turn up promptly as they have done time before

They want me to press charges on my man

I’m just a World Cup Widow in a personal civil war

Deep down inside there’s no way that I can

 

The warm air on my nightdress starts it flapping in the breeze

With a kind caress for the swelling around my eye

From the reflection in the mirror I can see my bloody nose

In the bedroom I can hear our children cry

 

I ask myself  again “Oh why do I put up with this?”

I know I left him once... well... very nearly

It's true he only does it when he’s out and on the piss

And truth be known I'll always love him really

 

(c) Daniel Dwyran