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The wide boy’s on the right side again
Playing straight down the middle, never in defence or attacking
He stands tall with his eyes on the ball, grinning
It’s not the taking part that counts – it’s winning
Oh he feels like Nobby Stiles scoring with toothless smiles
He doesn’t need lies or alibis
He’s on top of the world looking down on you
See him standing in the corner waving his white flag
He’ll make her take the penalty if she starts playing bad
But right now she’s dealing with his tackle, and he’s outside his box
He dribbles, he scores, he’s so cocksure
He knocks her into touch
Oh he feels like Nobby Stiles scoring with toothless smiles
He doesn’t need much, just his magic touch
He’s on top of his game going down on you
Oh he’s got nobby style
So it might be quite a while ‘till he faces up to his denial
And his wife and his kid, and the things that he did…
Playing the field like it is a championship
He’s the first in his league and the first to get out of his kit
This stud is loose and much too big for his boots, and his name may be mud
But there’s always extra time when someone blows his whistle
And there’s no substitute for love
Oh he feels like Nobby Stiles scoring with toothless smiles
He doesn’t need lies or alibis, he always plays away – no local ties
He knows the score, it’s in the net
It’s the perfect match
And it’s the best a man can get
He’s got nobby style
Playing straight down the middle, never in defence or attacking
He stands tall with his eyes on the ball, grinning
It’s not the taking part that counts – it’s winning
Oh he feels like Nobby Stiles scoring with toothless smiles
He doesn’t need lies or alibis
He’s on top of the world looking down on you
See him standing in the corner waving his white flag
He’ll make her take the penalty if she starts playing bad
But right now she’s dealing with his tackle, and he’s outside his box
He dribbles, he scores, he’s so cocksure
He knocks her into touch
Oh he feels like Nobby Stiles scoring with toothless smiles
He doesn’t need much, just his magic touch
He’s on top of his game going down on you
Oh he’s got nobby style
So it might be quite a while ‘till he faces up to his denial
And his wife and his kid, and the things that he did…
Playing the field like it is a championship
He’s the first in his league and the first to get out of his kit
This stud is loose and much too big for his boots, and his name may be mud
But there’s always extra time when someone blows his whistle
And there’s no substitute for love
Oh he feels like Nobby Stiles scoring with toothless smiles
He doesn’t need lies or alibis, he always plays away – no local ties
He knows the score, it’s in the net
It’s the perfect match
And it’s the best a man can get
He’s got nobby style
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