My Grandma Is a Football Fan | final version

You no longer knit for me this scarf
No longer do you buy for me horns
Without your good food I often starve
And this food the grandson often mourns

You are all white and red in colours
You go to the football ground again
Your grey hair wins in all the sectors
Vuvuzela's played for fella men

Amongst your seat fly the men's jaws
You can also hear their bones crack
You beat with your stick all the outlaws
Ending the match at dawn with a clack

So I say and pray my Granny Dear
May you live long on this crazy Earth
And my thought to God is not that queer:
Times change, fans change from the very birth