In Support Of Mr Grant.
¶ 1
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As the punters turned to exit thus
In droves toward the street
I watched a chagrinned slated boss
Go mental at his team.
¶ 2
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He didn’t say we’d win the league
He never promised that
He’s done okay if you’re asking me
I like this Avram Grant.
¶ 3
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A bundle of laughs? Not likely
I wouldn’t go as far as that
Uncle Festa from the Addams family
Is kinda where he’s at.
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So what if we win nothing
Sometimes that’s just the way it goes
But I’ve a feeling somethings happening
Behind the scenes, at Stamford Bridge, that Avram only knows!
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