Panini

I'd come so close the year before,

it almost made me cry.

So I vowed there would be no repeat

of '84/'85.

I picked my sticker album up

with the two free packets of six.

The first player that made it in

was Arsenal's Graham Rix

And so my holy grail began

to fill up every page.

There were highs and lows as you might expect

when there is so much at stake.

My pocket money came and went

but it was worth all the effort it took,

to put last season's dissapointment behind me

and complete my panini book.

Panini, Panini,

you also help to educate.

Panini, Panini,

you're all I read until I was eight, until I was eight.

Oh swapsies were invaluable,

without them this song would be sad.

I gladly swapped all of Luton Town,

for the shiny Everton badge.

Then gradually, over time,

it started filling up,

with Scottish players I'd never heard of

and scenes from past FA Cups.

Panini, Panini,

you taught me all I needed to know.

Panini, Panini,

when I look at you my heart seems to glow, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh.

Until finally there was just one space

but for weeks it messed with my head.

The pimpernel was less elusive

than Chelsea's John Bumstead.

Then one radiant sunny afternoon

as I flicked through Alex Holt's collection.

The gormless face, the mullet hair,

it was John Bumstead perfection.

Panini, Panini,

oh we've been together for so long.

Panini, Panini,

to you I dedicate this song Panini.

Panini.