My dad’s the world’s best,
He’s a football referee.![](../sound)
He referees internationals
From a seat on our settee.![](../sound)
An hour before the kick-off
He gets changed into his kit.![](../sound)
He then inspects the room
And tells us where to sit. ![](../sound)
As we watch the pre-match build-up,
He waits beside the door,
Until the teams come out
Then he strides across the floor.![](../sound)
He stands to attention
While the national anthems play,
Then takes his seat on the settee
As the game gets underway.![](../sound)
His eagle eyes spot every foul
The opposition makes.![](../sound)
He’s very quick to point out
The real ref’s mistakes.
He won’t stand for any nonsense.
On dissent he’s very hard.![](../sound)
If we challenge his decisions,
He shows us a red card.![](../sound)
But sometimes he forgets
His self-appointed role
By letting out mighty roar
When England score a goal.![](../sound)
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