Beat It! Saints v Bury
¶ 1
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FA Cup tie, will you come?
You’re welcome but don’t bring your drum
We don’t want to cause ‘atmosphere’
Just pay your money and sit down here
¶ 2
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You’re up for the tie, though it’s not plum
Bring your kids, bring your old mum
We’re looking forward to the match
But won’t allow your drummers on our patch
¶ 3
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Our own drums? Yes, we have some
You can’t bring yours, it’s rule of thumb
We’re not open to discussion
We simply won’t have your percussion
¶ 4
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I know you think our ruling dumb
We have home comforts, you won’t get a crumb
We want your money to make up the crowd
But enjoyment? That’s not allowed
¶ 5
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Our crowd can sing till throats are numb
If we score we’ll have pandemonium
You’re not allowed a banjo to strum
If you cause a stink then we’ll let you hum!
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