“Champions League, We’re ‘avin’ Kebabs”
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Didi’s broken foot will heal
Quicker than Maldini’s broken heart
He ripped the soul from AC Milan
Then tore the defences all apart
Crazy Horse went mental
And in heaven smiled at Bill
Whilst Bob he passed on Holy wine
To savour this as well
Joe Fagan grabbed his ciggies
As the skies filled with his smoke
His nails all bitten to the core
Until the Good Lord spoke
“Now lads the game’s not over
So keep your spirits up
I’ve had a word with JP2
Your name’s on the cup”
The stars that shone for Rafa
Like Lennon’s diamonds in the sky
Disguised as football heroes
Brought a tear to every kopites eye
For none would give us any hope
They laughed and then they jeered
But they’re not laughing anymore
We are, can’t you hear!
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