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In bierkellers near the stadium
Blue and white flags will be waving
With “Celery” wafting gently on the breeze
German fuss ball fans confused
By this mantra from The Blues
Will be listening with a modicum of ill ease.
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Diese Engländer sind verrückt*
Will accompany strange Germanic looks
As the heartfelt song from Stamford Bridge rings out
Whilst Bayern Munich afficinado’s
Will choke on pre-match dogs and suarkraut
When stalks are thrown as the mantra closes down.
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We’re somewhat chuffed to have made the final
Our term was leaning toward survival
Proir to changing leadership mid stream
So to have landed where we are
Is a dream come true on par
With farmers landing a bumper crop of celery.
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When the lads play Bayern Munich
In our quest for Champions of Europe
West London could be pensive, being straight
Coz our quest thus far is lined
With wins when coming from behind
So I’ve a fancy that a victory could come late.
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Can we beat the German team?
Will “Celery” help inspire our dreams?
As we surge toward the pinnacle late on?
West Londoners think we can
So Chelsea woman to a man
Will be cheering on the boys with stalks aplomb.
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With tonight approaching fast
Toward the do or die at last
We’ll be making plans to watch it in the pub
Where blue and white’s in droves
Will be spilling out in the road
Kicking every ball to try and win the cup.
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When that final whistle blows
The Cup departing with the hero’s
With whatever colour ribbons on its ear holes
Let’s take the time to cheer our team
Who prolonged our Champion’s dream?
For even appearing here, when morale was stuck on zero!