| Song | Friday Night And The Gates Are Low |
| Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| Album | Some Call It Godcore |
| When I had my loft | |
| Converted back into a loft | |
| The neighbours came around and scoffed | |
| And called me retro | |
| But they are the type | |
| Who never used to go to the match | |
| Until the family thing got big | |
| In the late eighties | |
| Dad’s a steward in the stand | |
| Brace of comps in his hand | |
| New men run a creche | |
| While home defeats by Jeunesse D’Esch | |
| In the Lux Familiar cup | |
| Are rendered pointless | |
| Stick a burger in my mouth | |
| Shove a seat beneath my arse | |
| Buy the shirt and shorts and socks | |
| Win the keeper’s sweaty jocks | |
| Point a gun down at your foot | |
| Am I supposed to be at home? | |
| Friday night and the gates are low | |
| And it’s raining | |
| Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend | |
| So you came and went | |
| ‘Cos on crap three million was spent | |
| And if Josh wants a five man tent | |
| There must be forfeits | |
| Star man said bye bye | |
| And now you’re reaching for the Sky | |
| Sit back relax and watch us die | |
| Of entertainment | |
| Fiancee said that it was fun | |
| Even though the others won | |
| I can’t stand any more | |
| ‘Cos I can’t stand anymore | |
| You were blind but you will see | |
| Tonight’s attendance one-two-three | |
| Friday night and the gates are low | |
| And it’s raining | |
| Bastard slip of a sub’s ruined my weekend | |
| Friday night and I just love complaining | |
| And no I haven’t got anything better to do |
| When I had my loft | |
| Converted back into a loft | |
| The neighbours came around and scoffed | |
| And called me retro | |
| But they are the type | |
| Who never used to go to the match | |
| Until the family thing got big | |
| In the late eighties | |
| Dad' s a steward in the stand | |
| Brace of comps in his hand | |
| New men run a creche | |
| While home defeats by Jeunesse D' Esch | |
| In the Lux Familiar cup | |
| Are rendered pointless | |
| Stick a burger in my mouth | |
| Shove a seat beneath my arse | |
| Buy the shirt and shorts and socks | |
| Win the keeper' s sweaty jocks | |
| Point a gun down at your foot | |
| Am I supposed to be at home? | |
| Friday night and the gates are low | |
| And it' s raining | |
| Bastard slip of a sub' s ruined my weekend | |
| So you came and went | |
| ' Cos on crap three million was spent | |
| And if Josh wants a five man tent | |
| There must be forfeits | |
| Star man said bye bye | |
| And now you' re reaching for the Sky | |
| Sit back relax and watch us die | |
| Of entertainment | |
| Fiancee said that it was fun | |
| Even though the others won | |
| I can' t stand any more | |
| ' Cos I can' t stand anymore | |
| You were blind but you will see | |
| Tonight' s attendance onetwothree | |
| Friday night and the gates are low | |
| And it' s raining | |
| Bastard slip of a sub' s ruined my weekend | |
| Friday night and I just love complaining | |
| And no I haven' t got anything better to do |