“Arry Boy”
¶ 1
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That’s what happens
When you dare to dream
Signing players the cream of the crop
No longer hoping just to stay up
But dreaming of being top!
You weren’t just flair
But also “Phwoar!”
A sexy player
Who could also score.
You started to raise
My ‘hope-ometer’ high
But a broken leg…
I just want to cry.
Hope you’ll be back
But I’m full of despair
To our forward line
You added such flair.
And you made our fans
Sound all the same
When we all became classless
And sang your name
The posh ones dropped
Their aitches and tees
Momentarily fellow
Council estate Cockneys.
How we missed you
At Grays yesterday
With no chants of
” ‘arry ‘arry Ottaway!”
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