Eso Es, Estoy Fuera De. (That’s It. I’m Off)
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In the mega stores and shops
Where paying punters often pop
Prior to proceedings on the park
Next term’s wares are on display
Shirts and shorts, home and away
With prices fit to break a working punters heart.
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You can get your idols name
Emblazoned on the back or maybe
Use the moniker your mucker’s know you by
Who cares? It’s bound to cost
There’s nowt for nowt in these club shops
Whose slogan pulls you in with: Come On Buy.
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Prior to Sunday’s final games
I heard two or three significant names
Blatantly sending messages out to Spain
If Real Madrid or Barcelona
Give me a call I’ll soon be over
Adios estoy fuera, I’ll not return to Ingerland again.
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You’ve got to admire their chutzpah
This season’s games weren’t even over
Yet their come and get me signals put it curt
I’ve had enough of the Premier League
It’s Spain and the euro next for me
My agent’s on the phone, as I kiss your badge and shirt.
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So hold your fire my friends
Until this season really ends
Before laying out dough on the latest cotton tops
Or the moniker emblazoned on yer back
Could be at The Bernabeau or Nou Camp
While you’re like
Chelsea winning a Champions League, in Tottenham!
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