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That was the beauty of teams in white
Like Real Madrid or Leeds,
and Tottenham Hotspur were versatile
In our halcyon carpet leagues.
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Leeds were really on a roll that year
We were trailing in their wake
Then their hopes like “Bubbles” faded away
When dad came in one night somewhat worse for wear
And trod on Gary Sprake!
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The airfix glue weren’t working
So he struggled through-out the game
He was stuck to the cloth with his arms aloft
Unable to make a save.
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They couldn’t afford a substitute
Couldn’t even stick (sic) him out on the wing
So I was over the moon Leeds had to lose
T’was just like the Real (sic) thing!
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