J.O.S. Days

The war monument is still standing Between two football fields With the names of the men that were killed on the battle fields They were center forwards, keepers and backs They thought they would win It's a family tradition To play in a football team I have nephews, dumb but tall Who, still foetus, kicked the ball I've got flat feet and my knees are weak They all thought it was time to start My J.O.S. days In my J.O.S. days The last war in this country The fighting lasted four days Between the names on this list I see one name again He had my age and my first name He thought he would win Like in his J.O.S days In his J.O.S. days They had too many boys Who wanted to be in a team So in one day, in one match You had to prove your ability I was knocked out, a real disgrace A break with the family tradition Of the J.O.S. days In my J.O.S. days I can live without a finger And I can live without a toe But a head is necessary