A Message To Mr. Abramovic
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My friend Paul
Is football crazy
And more specifically ‘Fulham’ mad
And when he was a little lad, his Dad had to put him up on his shoulders
So that he could see.
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Now that they are older
Nothing much has changed
Except Paul is 6 foot 3.
¶ 3
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Because a football team’s like a family heirloom
Carried from the womb, right up in ’till the tomb
(Whenever that might be).
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And I’m sure Paul will be down the Cottage in a few years time,
Giving his own son a spectacular view
Because you don’t choose your football team
They very much choose you.
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