Second Choice Goalkeeper by The Thyme Machine Lyrics

I'm the second choice goalkeeper in the Sunday League football team
My jersey's never muddy and my gloves are always clean
I'm the second choice, second choice, second choice goalkeeper
I was born to be a goalkeeper
But someone else was born to be a better one
I spend hours on the bench wondering
How I can be more like Peter Schmichael
And less like Raimond Van Der Gouw
My girlfriend she gets mad at me when I go away
"What's the point in going if you're not going to play
Couldn't we just take a foreign holiday?"
And I say "oh no"

I'm the second choice goalkeeper in the Sunday League football team
To be a top goalkeeper has always been my dream
But what's the point in living, if you don't have a dream?

I'm the second choice goalkeeper in the Sunday League football team
My jersey's never muddy and my gloves are always clean
I'm the only one who holds a category D driver's licence
It's obvious, I'm the one who drives the bus
And then one day in training
The number one ended up spraining
His finger as he attempted to catch a lofty cross
My chance it had arrived
This was my chance
I wish I'd not been so over zealous
I wish I'd not gone in with my studs up high
As I rose to my feet I thought I'd cry
When the referee pulled out the red card

I'm the second choice goalkeeper in the Sunday League football team
My jersey's still not mucky and my gloves they are still clean
I'm the second choice goalkeeper in the Sunday League football team
And I'm serving a three match suspension