Muddy Grin
Style: Funk strut

[Verse 1]
Rain is hammering down on the pitch
Streamers soaked on the crossbar tonight
Everybody still came for you
Stood in puddles just to get this right

[Pre-chorus]
Look at you, laughing in the storm
Never needed the sun to show
Something in you the weather can't touch

[Chorus]
Bruce, you turn the grey into gold
Nobody parties quite like you do
Mud on the studs and joy in your chest
Bruce, this whole muddy field loves you

[Verse 2]
Somebody's slipped clean into the goal
Somebody's soaked right down to the bone
Still you're the one that's making it good
Still you're the reason nobody's gone home

[Bridge]
Candles won't stand a chance in this wind
So we'll shout it instead, loud and true
Every year gets a little more you

[Chorus]
Bruce, you turn the grey into gold
Nobody parties quite like you do
Mud on the studs and joy in your chest
Bruce, this whole muddy field loves you

[Outro]
Streamers hang wrecked on the goalpost still
Bruce, that's exactly how we like it

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