Easy Boys, Don’t Get Too Carried Away (sic).
¶ 1
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We’d a World Cup winner, out on the pitch
A Champions League victor or two
So going behind to a zonal marking catastrophe
Shouldn’t scare yer, but what can yer do?
¶ 2
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A journeymen team
Raised a right head of steam
As proceedings did break at one all
If it wasn’t for Cech
Who was guarding our net
We could have turned round, with backs to the wall.
¶ 3
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Were there rockets like those on the Kursaal
Or a dressing room wall stained with tea?
Maybe Big Phil had thrown something verbal
At his under-performers, from the so called Big Three.
¶ 4
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We left ‘whatisname’ at the hotel
Ain’t it funny how you can’t recall names?
No one’s buying, so at present we can’t sell
Some big-head, who wants guaranteed games.
¶ 5
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When the fouth one sailed in, we were cruising,
I saw one or two of the boys start to smile
So maybe Phil and his linguistic bruising
Has sorted their heads out fine style?
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Last nights game is now fish ‘n’ chip paper
It’s old history destined to the bin
But pray let us not get too carried away
All we’ve won is away at…… Southend!
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