The Disgrace of San Fran

[Verse 1] Paraguay showed up just to stand on the grass, Forty-five minutes and they didn't even have a crack. Zero shots of any kind, not a header, not a stray, The first half was a robbery, throw the kits away. In the City by the Bay, we’re all praying for a foul, Just to hear a whistle over the crowd’s collective growl. You travelled halfway 'round the world just to park the bus, Turning the beautiful game into a pile of dust. [Chorus] Zero-zero on the board, a total waste of breath, The 'Disgrace of San Francisco', put the city to sleep instead. Not a goal, not a spark, just ninety minutes of rust, We paid for front-row tickets but we only got the bust! Shout it loud: The Disgrace of San Fran! Worst ninety minutes since the game began! [Verse 2] Australia held the ball like a precious little egg, Fifty-six percent possession but you’ve got no legs. Fourteen touches in the box? Pull the other one, mate, You’re passing in circles while we’re cursing our fate. A combined xG of zero-point-eight-three, The lowest in the Cup, a pure catastrophe. You had the ball all day but you didn't have a clue, A masterclass in boredom from the green and the blue. [Bridge] Forget the highlight reel, there’s nothing to see, The ref blew the whistle and he set the people free. The most exciting moment was the clock hitting ninety, This game was a joke, and it wasn't even funny. No winners on the pitch, just losers in the stands, Holding useless programs in their tired, shaking hands. [Outro] Take your point-eight-three and get out of the state, Zero shots, fourteen touches, a masterclass of hate. San Fran won't forget the day the football died, A nil-nil stinker with nowhere to hide. Yeah, the Disgrace of San Fran. Don't come back, man.