Anything Can Happen (in the FA Cup)
¶ 1
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I met a traveller from an antique land,
A refugee from an R and B band
He said “Take the advice of a wand’rin man;
Don’t bet on the favourite in the first week of Jan”
Then chewing on some baccy as he turned his collar up
He said “anything can happen in the FA Cup”
¶ 2
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Yes anything can happen, anyone can lose
A small town in Lincolnshire can overcome the Blues
It’s all in the hands of the Lord of Misrule
So Exeter City might just beat Liverpool
You probably imagine that I’m making this all up
But anything can happen in the FA Cup
¶ 3
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The chair she sat on, like a burnished throne,
Beneath her weight made a mournful groan;
The fortune-teller cast the tea aside
“Now wild unreason shall be our guide”
She said, and hitching up her sleeves,
Began interpreting the leaves
Eastleigh to beat Bolton, Oxford to beat the Swans
Victory for Northampton over MK Dons
I said “Lady, you’re demented, completely round the bend.”
“But anything can happen on the FA Cup week-end.”
¶ 4
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Now Jack shall beat his master, the world will go quite mad
Don’t place your faith in megabucks, or the realm of Etihad
Just listen to the hobo and Gypsy Rose Lee
Who sees the fall of empires in the dregs of a cup of tea,
The mighty will be fallen, beaten by the meek,
‘Cos anything is possible in FA Cup week
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