Shrimp/Prawn Sandwich Brigade
They're not real sports fans
Up in the corporate box
So removed from the game
Drugged up, slumped over shivering in funny monopoly money
The shot clock winds down but they have little interest
More concerned with orderves fit for fat princes
Peanuts won't do nor a hotdog and chips
Nay only a table full to heaving with shrimp/prawn sandwiches
the upper crust served like a brigade drunk on sober magnificence
decked out in coats of foreign extravagance
Exploitive hands clamber for the last spoon of caviar
Their aim in life simply contradict common folks intelligence
Plastic pudgy faces moisturized in ATMs
show early signs of withdrawn ageing
Luxury boats and chateaus with moats
the plight of the masses the workers the dopes
off with their heads i'm bored with their hope
With cheering and passion they follow the game
All of them know each sportsmen's name.
