The FA Cup
¶ 1
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And so the FA cup comes round again
But from getting excited I’ll try to refrain
I guess we’ll be out in the first round or so
It’s par for the course so I don’t think I’ll go.
¶ 2
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Oh! How I long for a cup run, the ultimate test
When Wolves as a team were one of the best
No fear of opposition, the cup was a prize
And the magic of the final played before my eyes.
¶ 3
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Finlayson, Murray, Stobart and Flowers
Slater and Deeley who had magical powers
Though fifty four years ago, I remember it well
The day we beat Blackburn and Dave Whelan fell.
¶ 4
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Now they rest the stars and give the kids a go
Telling ’em “Do your best and put on a show”
But now the games just don’t have the same feel
And for me the cup has lost its appeal.
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