Powerade, Zappos and Black and White Bitches

In the cold and dark
One Wednesday night,
We challenged the team
In the black and white

We painted our faces
Stripes in blue and white,
And strode onto the soccer pitch
Premier trophies in sight

We kick off, it's started
Both teams hard running,
Soon down 1-nil
They had dodged us with cunning

Both teams are tiring
The halftime whistle blows,
Oranges and powerade
And we're soon back on show

Midfield takes the ball up
Forward there for support,
A shot, rebound and goal
We're no longer at naught

Time is limited
They miss a penalty shot,
We're struggling to clear the ball
A final goal's what they got

Full time comes
The black team's ecstatic,
We're disappointed of course,
But that's automatic

We're presented runner-up medals
But with comfort food in hand
While sucking on zappos,
Injured and swaying as we stand

Those black and white bitches
Just may have beaten us
But at least were not peroxide
Blonde fake tanned sluts