Come on Jose, Give It A Go
¶ 1
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We first made your aquaintance
Back in 2003
A cool and enigmatic bloke
A smart Alec to you and me.
¶ 2
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Your Porto side were divers
Your tactics were quite clear
But could we turn you over?
Well, we we did come very near.
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A further year did then pass,
Now 2004
You added the big cup to your list
but still you wanted more.
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Off to Chelsea you did go
To spend old Roman’s cash
Throwing your medals to the crowd
It all seemed rather rash
¶ 5
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It had to end in tears
and the bullet you did get
but you just shrugged your shoulders
Smiled and said “no sweat”.
¶ 6
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You took a little holiday
Just chilled a patient man
Then the call and off you went
To Inter of Milan
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Two years there and then guess what
The big cup is yours again
But not content, you jacked it in
And now you’re off to Spain.
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But hold your horses Jose
if it’s a challenge that you need
Just head across to Glasgow
And do it with great speed
¶ 9
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We are desperate for a Manager
Who can rebuild our team
I guess there’s no chance really
But a Celtic fan can dream.
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