Think "walking in the air"
They hoof it in the air
They hoof it in the floodlit sky
The crowd around the ground, are wondring how and why
Fifty yard passes
The ball aimlessly played away
West Ham are arses
For the way they play the game
They hoof it here, they hoof it there
His mouth is loud, his clothes are square
It will make him or break him, only promotion will do
But he's a dedicated follower of Hoofball
Sung to the tune of Daisy Daisy
Brightons Flairball really annoys Big Sam
Cos he likes Hoofball
You can tell when you watch West Ham
They play with the insistance
That they hoof it a massive distance
But only third place
In the Premiership race
Proves that it's a sham
A bit of a mouthful, but...