Clik on tour (5) : Fergie outpecs Becks
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A story is filtering through
To a land far, far away
Something of a pickle, or maybe a stew
Stirring afoot, about they who couldn’t play
¶ 2
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Its not the muscles that flex
But the legendary hairdryer
The target wasn’t necessarily Becks
When Fergie let loose with a flyer
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So it wasn’t just insults hurled
If all that’s reported is true
For stars exploded in David’s world
When he took the brunt of the flying shoe
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Now Old Trafford’s not the place
To keep the lid on a dispute
Beckham mightn’t wish to show his face
But so I’m told, he still looks just as cute
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¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Clik on tour : Fergie’s head start
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the big kick off
takes on a whole new meaning
time to put the boot in
on all those primping and preening
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