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Keep your money in your pocket mate
Don’t give it to the bookie
Odds are stacked against you mate
Five quid on Albert Luque.
You fancy him for our first goal
At odds of Six to One
Fools and their gold are soon parted mate
And all yours will soon be gone.
Three nil to Newcastle mate
Don’t you think you are being rash
Chelsea away at Stamford Bridge
It’s odds on you’ll lose your cash.
And remember last season’s banker mate
When you were laughed out of the shop
After taking odds of Six to Four
On Sunderland to beat the drop.
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