A White Knuckle Ride
¶ 1
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It’s been said before and I must concur
Watching the Shots is a roller coaster
A white-knuckle ride, not for faint hearted
There’s no going back once we’ve started
¶ 2
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We lurch down with our hearts on the floor
Oh what we’d give for a player who can score
Things can’t get worse, and then they do
It seems eleven players are making their debut
¶ 3
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Then we race skywards like a screaming jet
Everything we try hits the back of the net
We are on fire and we start to fly
Like beating Woking and it’s live on Sky
¶ 4
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But we at the Shots are loyal supporters
We treat triumph and disaster as two impostors
We don’t wear glasses with a rosy tint
We know it’s a marathon, not a sprint
¶ 5
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We realise things are not always splendid
The pre-season didn’t go as we had intended
So when it doesn’t go according to plan
We know the fans need to be the twelfth man
¶ 6
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So lets get behind the red n blue
As the lady once said “Lets be ‘aving you”
We know it’s never boring watching our side
Strap yourself in, it’s gonna be one helluva ride
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