I Tawt I Taw A Footy Poet
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I tawt i taw a footy poet
while getting off the plane
who wrote enough to fill a book
but when i looked again
¶ 2
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he’d sold it to reporters
all in his shirt of green
and then i knew it was no poet
it was that naughty Keane
¶ 3
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that naughty naughty footy star
that naughty naughty beast
who left his team so suddenly
without him in the east
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