Bigmouth strikes yet again
¶ 1
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I really don’t care what Roy Keane says.
I really don’t care very much.
He’ll rant and he’ll rave
till he goes to the grave.
Now he’s telling the Irish fans how to behave.
Oh, I really don’t care what Roy Keane says
because he is so out of touch.
¶ 2
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I really don’t care what Roy Keane says
to get himself back in the news.
He’ll walk his damned pup
and he’ll never shut up
until by some miracle we win the World Cup.
Oh, I really don’t care what Roy Keane says
and I don’t give a damn for his views.
¶ 3
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I really don’t care what Roy Keane says.
I don’t want to hear the man speak.
This is the man
wouldn’t play in Iran,
then threw a big hissy fit out in Saipan.
No, I really don’t care what Roy Keane says.
The man has a terrible cheek.
¶ 4
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I really don’t care what Roy Keane says.
I really don’t care what he does.
His comments mean naught to me.
This poem seems short to me
(Where the traitor’s concerned, maybe that’s how it ought to be)
No, I really don’t care what Roy Keane says
for Roy doesn’t represent us.
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