Crystal blade
¶ 1
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There’s a new boss at the Palace
In his heart he’s still a Blade
Has he gained a poisoned chalice?
We know Neil, he ain’t afraid
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He’ll do some wheelin’ and dealin’
Prima donnas he dislikes
Can’t stand their constant squealin’
So he’ll send them on their bikes
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He’ll put opponents in their place
He’ll keep players on their toes
Warnock just gets in your face
And halfway up your nose.
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He ain’t no friend of referees
He’s often left perplexed
When their decisions do not please
He’ll offer them his specs
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He’ll wind the Press up every week
Their questions aren’t refused
With tongue stuck firmly in his cheek
They end up more confused
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So he hopes to wave his magic wand
And revive the Selhurst roar
Perhaps the players will respond
And the Eagles might just soar.
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Since the glory days of Bright & Wright
They’ve hardly won a thing
If Neil ensures a future bright
‘Glad all Over’ they will sing.
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