Boring Boring Chelsea!
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The Emptiness
Echoed
With words they once used
For berating the home team in red
Only this time
They slung them at us.
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I smiled
In a West London pub
As envious Gooners
Aimed their friendly abuse
At our players
Sat back parked up in the bus.
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“Boring Boring Chelsea”
I heard
Laughed with me kids
and to the boys in blue
Raised up me glass
Boring, us? Yeah. Most probably true
But didn’t our style of boring ooze class?
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