Magic of the Cup
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Over half the crowd
Makes you so proud
Untold singing
With our bringing
Two hundred or more
Despite the score.
As an added bonus
We upset the League
By making the night
Magnificently nervy
For dinosaur duffer Topsy Turvey.
If you let old farts loose
They’re going to cop abuse
If you want ‘jolly good old bean’
Stick to the boardroom
Where you can’t be seen.
On our day you can’t match our support
Dulwich Hamlet passion just can’t be bought
None of it manufactured
Like the Premiership game
Our raw passion puts them to shame.
We don’t need to whip up the crowd with a trumpet
Or a dancing troupe centre circle showcasing your crumpet
We back our boys from the heart
Singing ourselves hoarse from the start
Not appreciated by the boardroom suits
None of them really give two hoots
As long as they have prawn sandwich style scoff
And on the big night act like a toff.
The men that matter know the score
As they stride through the dressing room door.
Cup Final lost…five more to go
We need to win five in a row
If promotion is won sod the suits
With their polite applause
Their praise will be mute
Those that matter
Will be on the pitch at the end
Going radio rental round the bend!
The players won’t be hugging
Old gits in the stand
They’ll be dancing with the fans
All hand in hand
On the hallowed turf going barmy
Because we are the famous
PINK AND BLUE ARMY!
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