[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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There he'd stand
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Every Saturday afternoon
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Rain pouring down that well worn face
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With a cigarette in his mouth
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Part of a tiny noisy crowd
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He'd watch his sons play the game he loved
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He would tell us lots of stories
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Of heroes and glories
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And the pride of the Wembley Wizards on Busby Babe
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His enthusiasm was infectious
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He bought us football boots for Christmas
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Our dad was a Scotsman and a plumber by trade
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I remember one time being three down at halftime
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So, we looked at dad for a plan to turn the tide
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H? said, "Son we're not her? to have fun"
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That whinger's trying to welch me a muck
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Tackle him hard, and leave him face down in the mud
[Refrain]
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On the touchline
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On the touchline, our dad
[Verse 2]
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A sturdy man of Caledonia and principles
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But of course, we all believed him to be invincible
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A father with a heart on the line
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But as time went by those old legs grew tired
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So we braced ourselves for the inevitable
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One sunny afternoon, the final whistle blew
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My two brothers and I took him to his grave
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As a long piper played that beautiful amazing grace
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Our touchline dad had died
[Verse 3]
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Now the funeral wasn't sad, but a humorous affair
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Our dear old mom, God bless her
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Suffered memory loss
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She said to my sister, "Where on Earth is your father?"
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Sister Mary said, "Mom, he's at the front there in that box"
[Refrain]
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On the touchline, our dad
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On the touchline, our dad
[Verse 4]
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Now it's my turn to stand on the side in the rain
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And watch my boys play the beautiful game
And sometimes, sometimes
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I look up to the clouds and I say
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"Dad I hope you're looking down"
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'Cause if it wasn't for you
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All this might not have been
[Refrain]
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On the touchline, our dad
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On the touchline, our dad
