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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Don't Score Messi for Argentina


An anagram of the popular song Don't Cry for Me Argentina. This version talks about what the German football coach Joachim Löw was thinking on the eve of the World Cup final in Brazil.
(by Julian Lofts)
DON'T CRY FOR ME ARGENTINA

As sung by Ms Sarah Brightman and Elaine Page in the musical based on Evita Peron's life
Lyrics: Sir Tim Miles Rice
Music: Baron Andrew Lloyd Webber

It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love after all that I've done

You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you

I had to let it happen, I had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun

So I chose freedom
Running around, trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it too

Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance

And as for fortune, and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired

They are illusions
They are not the solutions they promised to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me

Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance

Have I said too much?
There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.
But all you have to do is look at me to know
That every word is true
= DON'T SCORE MESSI FOR ARGENTINA
It won't be Diego, or the "Hand of God"
Who wins the World Cup title tomorrow
Die deutsche Mannschaft will annihilate you

No one believed you're the Messi-ah
You mustn't destroy the team you loved
We were alive, dominant victors
Merely winning the semi seven to one (OTT!)

I had to let Khedira play, I extolled my team
Hummels, Thom Muller, Mesut the little Turk. I love
Lurking on the bench, avoiding the tacky telly

I chose Lahm as captain
Short like you, trying everything overt and new
Lithe Neuer too impressed in goal, but
Truth is we never expected you to run

Don't score Messi for Argentina
Truth is you've hated me, despite
My fashionably long hair and
The sexy dark shirts
I promise you a lovely win
Please keep your distance (I bite!)

And as for football and as for infamy
I never teetered
I thought when we won the test to the death

Poxy Herr Klinsmann
Could only manage third in South Africa
The secret deed was getting Klose in again
I love to win and hope you love us

Don't score Messi for Argentina
Truth is you've hated me, despite
My fashionably long hair
The sexy blue shirts
I promised our fans
Please keep your distance

Yet is that torment really fair?
You would always be my special friend
If you failed to net the winning goal
Why I'd truly adore you my bonny little man!

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