“Bugger Bognor”
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Some grounds are unlucky
We call it all a jinx
Just bad luck or not good enough
Despite what everyone thinks.
We tend to struggle at Bognor
That seems the rule of thumb
Which is why when you mention them
We come over all glum.
We did them in the play-offs
Having been 31 points behind
That was our best result
Apart from today when we shined.
Turning up in numbers
Two hundred fans or more
Business as usual one down
Facing the same old losing scoreline.
But today was different
A top-of-the-table title race
Time for a mighty Dulwich fightback
And putting Bognor firmly in their place.
Finishing three-two to The Hamlet
I had to wipe away a tear
Frightened that I might tempt fate
But feeling this could be our year.
I’m used to disappointment
Too many years of hurt
To claim we’ll win the title
Not going to bet my shirt.
This year could be our destiny
Not been top of the League since forty nine
A number that also happens to be my age
A clutching-at-straws lucky sign….
No idea if this is our destiny
Or just my hope and dream
But if it really does happen
I’m not just going to beam.
For I will be be delirious
More emotional than you’ve ever seen
For if we’re Isthmian League champions
I’ll be leading the huge conga round Goose Green!
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