Betis Beat Us
¶ 1
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Betis beat us
At last defeat must meet us
Thats seven games, since the chosen one took over
That we have gone and lost
¶ 2
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Will the capital fall beneath our feet
Will West London tumble down
Will the red tops call for our mans head
Will the league take back our crown?
¶ 3
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A match, one match, thats all that it was chaps
Take it easy, that one game is but a distant dream
Although there’s lots of you hacks in Fleet Street
Who ridicule our team
¶ 4
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We look toward the next game
Whatever the result
With more determination than the last one
Cos thats what we’re about
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