Portuguese Man of War
¶ 1
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Mourinho faces the press
Full of excuses, ham-fisted
Just like our blue brethren
He’s so bitter and twisted
¶ 2
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We’d chase after Drogba
Make sure he got a ban
Cringeworthy, free blue flags
For every Chelsea fan
¶ 3
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Not cannibals but so hungry
To devour your hopes and dreams
Only one club wanted to win it
But never as easy as it seems
¶ 4
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Your mean defence bewildered
By Agger’s clever drive
You complain about penalties
Then manage one from five
¶ 5
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So the small club goes to Athens
Another notch carved on our post
And you return to your obsession
That goal scored by a “ghost”
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