The Vulture a.k.a Emilio Butregeno
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When the vulture swooped
The ultra’s roared
Him on to greater heights
He seldom missed the target
Once the goal was in his sights
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A predator of some esteem
Who knew when to make runs
Sniffing around the penalty spot
For him was having fun
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Cool as ice and cunning
As deadly as a viper
His eye for goals was so accurate
He could have been a sniper
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The galictico’s of nowerdays
Can’t hope to touch the halo
Of that legend of the Bernabeau
Emilio Butregeno!!!
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