Away The Lads, and Lasses!
¶ 1
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On a cold winter night
We had ventured to see
Our idols and show our support
At The Stadium of Light
In the freezing North East
Where the under fire Mackems hold court.
¶ 2
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It had been a good while
Since I went on the road
T’was like greeting an old friend you’ve not seen
Though the games played on mobiles
I-pods, and blackberry phones
En-route, were a whole different ball-game to me.
¶ 3
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The five hours in trainsit
We spent during our quest
Engrossed in the banter and jokes
Made me think back to the fans
Whom I’d joined and made jests with
On some decrepit old train or flawed coach.
¶ 4
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But hey, things for the punter
Are fast rapidly changing
Thomas Cook are in charge of our fate
As we sat comfortably back in near slumber
These reps were busy arranging
Every step to the magnificent Away The Lads gate*.
¶ 5
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The people on Wear-side
Had right pushed the boat out (sic)
In making the experience a wonderful memory
And although we lost, an exciting new era
Was impressed on a once cynical bloke
Of a day spent Away With The Lads an The Lasses!
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