I have a favourite brother 
And his Christian name is Paul. 
He's lately joined a football club 
For he's mad about football.
He's got two black eyes already 
And teeth lost from his gob, 
Since Paul became a member of 
That terrible football club. 

For he's football crazy, 
He's football mad, 
The football it has taken away 
The little bit o' sense he had, 
And it would take a dozen servants 
To wash his clothes and [bad word]  
Since Paul became a member of 
That terrible football club. 

In the middle of the field, one afternoon,
The captain says, "Now Paul,
Would you kindly take this penalty-kick
Since you're mad about football?"
So he took forty paces backwards,
Shot off from the mark.
The ball went sailing over the bar
And landed in New York.

His wife, she says she'll leave him
If Paulie doesn't keep
Away from football kicking
At night-time in his sleep.
He calls out 'Pass, McGinty!"
And other things so droll
Last night he kicked her out of bed
And swore it was a goal!