Street Final

Street final! (Street final!)
Fourth Street versus Fifth

Mr. Banda and Mr. Okoro
Haven't spoken since the wall went up
Three years fighting over one foot of garden
Two lawyers and a broken cup
Now their sons are both team captains
Road chalked out from gate to gate
Nobody else will run the lines
So the fathers hold the flags and wait

One at the corner, one by the bins
Neither one will look at the other

Street final, two flags up
Two old men who won't make up
Kick it long and let it fly
Street final, Fourth and Fifth tonight

Offside! (No way!)
Offside! (Play on!)

First half, Banda's flag goes up
Okoro shouts, "Your eyes are old!"
Second half, Okoro calls a handball
Banda laughs, "Then call it gold"
Rain comes down on both their jackets
Two-two, and the streetlights on
The smallest kid on Fifth Street shoots
And both the flags go up at once

Street final, two flags up
Two old men who won't make up
Kick it long and let it fly
Street final, Fourth and Fifth tonight

Nobody saw who hugged first
Just two wet jackets and a laugh
Tuesday there's a gate in the wall
And the garden's shared in half

Street final, two flags up
Two old men who finally made up
Kick it long and let it fly
Street final, Fourth and Fifth tonight

Full time!
(One street!)