Wayne Rooney

You’re one of those elephant hunters from Ebbsfleet
Primordial soup of a man
I know the trouble you’ve gotten in
Leave this trouble half-cottoned down
If I know better, I don’t know better
If I know better, I don’t know better
The pigeon’s half-alive
The other half’s in bed
We’ll pray for the pigeon, or half, at least
And pray he’s not half-dead
If I know better, I don’t know better
If I know better, I don’t know better
The bartender looks like George Best
Plenty of them do
Look at the way that George went astray
And has since been misconstrued
If I know better, I don’t know better
If I know better, I don’t know better
Got caught in a sacrilegious embrace
We’re entrepreneurs in the field
Till we rolled on the bones and we made them our own
And the road to contention was sealed
If I know better, I don’t know better
If I know better, I don’t know better