50,000 Plus Turned Out, Kevin John and Steven
¶ 1
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50,000 plus turned out
Kevin John and Steven
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the Toon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When Mourinho came in sight
With his squad so cool
¶ 2
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Confidence we’ll undermine
Chase them there and thither
They don’t like it on the Tyne
Look they’re all a-dither
Blues and Magpies forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the Geordies’ wild lament
And the bitter weather
¶ 3
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Boss the night is darker now
They’re hitting us with sandbags
Basically we know not how
Where to put our handbags
Mark their strikers don’t you fret
Lest you get down-hearted
Patrick Kluivert’s hit the net
Christ we’ve hardly started!
¶ 4
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In their masters steps they trod
Through the blizzard squinted
Cudicini silly sod
From his area sprinted
Therefore Londoners be sure
Wealth and rank possessing
Down to 9 men shown the door
Just a bit depressing
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