An Awkward Customer

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 So ten thousand a week is all he wants. I can see this
wrecking our wage structure. Okay, let me think.
Ten grand a week, what’s that? Half a million a year.
What have we got to fear? It’s now looking clear.
So he says the fifty thousand we offered’s okay
as long as we don’t expect him to play on match days.
Soon they’ll all be demanding less. Don’t sign the lad.

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