Far away places…..And strange sounding games.
¶ 1
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My suitcase is packed
And I have set the alarm clock
We could soon be playing Sunderland
In far off Bankok.
They say traveling is good for you
It broaden’s the mind
Away with the lads
Leaving the missus behind.
We’ll teach them our language
Ask are you ‘Al reet ‘
We are Geordies from Gateshead
And we’re staying the neet.
Goodbye grid locked motorways
In battered old cars
Next season’s opening fixture ?
Man United on mars.
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I’ll love it…..just love it….
If we beat them….
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