Poetic Vein Comes on Heels | final version

I'm a stupid old heel tap
Doing crazy things like that
A midfielder, Lazio Rome,
Had me when he played at home
But a heel top full of charms
I saw in one of the bars
It stood on a beer table top
Its sole waving me non-stop
Then I lost my self-control
Couldn't even move at all
When the player rushed for home
I called: "Wait! Don't go alone!"
Such a chance is not day each
On a grassy football pitch
I jumped on the table top
If I were a sandal - hop!
I was dancing all night through
Without master's joy (that's true!)
When I played it in a trance
As a keepsake took me fans
Now I am a dead heel tap
But with vein I am a chap