Thoughts In Mind.
¶ 1
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With the rancid smell of last years pies
Still lingering on the air
We walk past silent turnstiles
To check out changes, if they’re there.
¶ 2
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Have the carzies had a coat of paint
Has the concourse had a wash
Has Drogba buggered off to Spain
Like he threatened our last boss.
¶ 3
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And our bawling spitting captain
Has he dried his tear stained face
If he did gob in to Tevez’s pane
His just desserts reward disgrace.
¶ 4
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Frankie Lamps has itchy feet
To re-unite with Jose
As Ricardo, him and Big Phil meet
For one last pay rise showdown.
¶ 5
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They’re back in for pre-season
So big kick off can’t be far
So maybe that’s the reason
For this mornings special delivery
Of me clubs sponsored credit card?
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