Pele Rip

PELE – R.I.P. When I was a young boy Soccer was my game. I dreamed I would play like Pele; The whole world would know my name. I would just be known by a single name And I’d always wear number ten. I’d win the World Cup Final, Again and again and again The crowds would all adore me, I’d bask in adulation. The name on everybody’s lips; The darling of the nation. But of course it was only a pipe dream. I could never really compete. For I was born right-footed And I’m blessed with two left feet