Death to the Love-In
¶ 1
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I’m sorry if it’s upsetting
Halcyon days we’re forgetting
Sentiment, forlorn, left sweating
Maximum points we’ll be getting
¶ 2
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Course we won’t be totally rude
Copious pints will be imbued
Depending of course on our mood
When maximum points are accrued
¶ 3
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Some will say there is no change there
Grumpy folk, fed booze and despair
There’s method to the curse and swear
If maximum points we ensnare
¶ 4
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At Turners Cross there is no law
Our next left back is Andy Gaw
Ten wins since Frodo found your flaw
On second thoughts, we’ll take the draw
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