[Intro, when the percussion comes on, in Cry Me a River verses]
You are the Sun
You are the Earth,
And you are so sexy, and so talented, whoa
You don’t have a chance
To make other plans
When Stevie got sacked, your world started crashing down, no.

[Verse]
Hey Becks,
Why you're so damn hotly wanted by the fans?
Your free-kicks best in the world,
You rarely wouldn't shake peoples hands
But why'd you back pass to me
I just can't seem to understand
Thought you knew I am a goalie
I'm in goal until the end, but I guess I was wrong.

Don't wanna think about it
Don't wanna talk about it
I'm just so sick about it (Why the world won't give me a break?)

While just one hiccup from me
No signing T-shirts for me
I can hear crowds all booing
Tell me, “Is this fair?”

Is this the way the fans would want right now
When I get burnt from 12 yards?
Should've known better when you came around
That you are gonna make me cry
Now it’s breaking my heart
To watch you run around
Cause I know, that you'll make them all stars
Try standing where I am,
In time, you will find

Saving free kicks are so damn hard,
When I dive left, it starts to sharply swerve around

Penalty kicks has been fun
But you wouldn’t dare to aim for bottom corners, now.

Even if I shut you out,
2-0 win, but why I wouldn’t get free drinks in town?

[Back to Cry Me A River Style]
If I played so well,
Why I never get starts

Now Becks
I remember everything that they claimed
They said that you were leaving Spain then,
Maybe I should play in the rain. (maybe I should do the same.)
Saddest thing about that is:
I need you to give Iker [Casillas] my name.

Thought I can watch him on TV,
And now it's all just a shame, now I know I was wrong

Don't wanna think about it
Don't wanna talk about it
I'm just so sick about it (Why the world won't give me a break?)

While just one hiccup from me
No signing T-shirts for me
I can hear crowds all booing
Tell me, “Is this fair?”

Is this the way the fans would want right now
When I get burnt from 12 yards?
Should've known better when you came around
That you are gonna make me cry
Now it's breaking my heart
To watch you run around
Cause I know, that you'll make them all stars
Try standing where I am,
In time, you will find

Saving free kicks are so damn hard,
When I dive left, it starts to sharply swerve around
Penalty kicks has been fun
But you wouldn't dare to aim for bottom corners now.
Even if I shut you out,
2-0 win, but why I wouldn't get free drinks in town?
If I played so well,
Why I never get starts?

When I go left, ball swerves around
Man
When I go left, ball swerves around
When Beckham bends it

When I go left, ball swerves around
Man
When I go left, ball swerves around
Not my fault, is that?

Don't wanna think about it
Don't wanna talk about it
I'm just so sick about it (Why the world won't give me a break?)

While just one hiccup from me
No signing T-shirts for me
I can hear crowds all booing
Tell me, “Is this fair?”

Is this the way the fans would want right now
When I get burnt from 12 yards?
Should've known better when you came around
That you are gonna make me cry
Now it’s breaking my heart
To watch you run around
Cause I know, that you'll make them all stars
Try standing where I am,
In time, you will find

Saving free kicks are so damn hard,
When I dive left, it starts to steeply swerve around
Penalty kicks has been fun
But you wouldn't dare to aim for bottom corners, huh?
Even if I shut you out,
2-0 win, but why I wouldn't get free drinks in town?
If I played so well,
Why I never get starts?

Let me paint this picture for you Beck's fans.

You want cards to be shown
And I'm by the near post
Every time he shoots and all I get's “Leave that alone”

Now that I found out,
That he's crossing to Clint [Mathis],
Then he scores on me,
Why's that the way it goes?

When I got scored on, girl
My heart's bleeding girl
So it goes without saying
I think Beckham is a jerk.

Just a classic case scenario,
Now ‘it’s over’ time
I’ve got a clean sheet to preserve.

And now you want somebody
To kill that lonely night
You wished that David scored,
And that would make you feel so right.

But Becks, I’m not some goalie
You can make a fool of me.

See, your ankles will get knocked around
I thought I warned ya, hey
Your free kicks will be parried out
I thought I warned ya, hey
Your England caps stop right here now.
I thought I warned ya, hey
I will become a Superstar.
I thought I warned ya, hey

Take it to him,
Take it to him
See, you should've listened to me, Becky

Take it to him
Take it to him
Hey Becks,
Because my clean sheet's only thing I mount.