They Won’t. Will They. No?
¶ 1
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So you’re tired
Of his beautiful pass it and move
The stability brought to your club.
The same man you hired
Who made sure that you’ve
Danced down roads of success with your love.
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Yet last night’s debacle
Is par for the course
Every fan knows that in spades.
When you’re winning you forego
Thoughts of boring score draws
Or that night we woz meullered by Bayern
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The North London purist
Has been spoilt for choice
At the fare this Alsatian served up.
As his young team consisting
Of men, mostly boys
Go on a best grasp it soon search for cups
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When our great days of glory
Lie etched in the past
We crave new success and right now.
Should our rivals shout ”Boring”?
We’ll show them we’re class
And our history with: when, where and how.
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So to back him or sack him
That’s the conundrum
The Emirates faithful now face.
Me? I’d hail him an hackney
Take him over to West London
Sign him up in a real coup de grace!
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