Our Old Centre Back

I can see your silhouette from where I sit Not all of your garden lights are properly lit Now, I was the one suppose to go on the attack You are in the house with our old centreback He learned the secret of a good sales pitch My sources tell me that he's filthy rich You mistook me for the painter at the private view I was merely standing in the champagne queue But if you think I look good in a beret Then I'd be more than happy To be there and to get the chance to say That art just imitates football Now, from my view here behind the tree It's easy to see why it's him and not me A towering figure projected on the shade Our centreback he was never afraid Now, I was never much of a number nine And I thought I was too bright for the assembly line You mistook me for the painter at the private view I was merely standing in the alcohol queue But if you think I look good in a beret Then I'd be more than happy To be there and to get the chance to say That life just imitates football