We’ve paid our dues with 1-0 bores,
Games we lost, should be draws,
Striking forwards who couldn’t score.
Standing in the pouring rain,
Same old story, the same refrain;
Keeper’s missed the ball… again.
Why can’t someone in our socks
Score inside the six yard box?
Pretty girls from Woolwich docks
Could better some we’ve seen;
Carthorse donkeys, old ‘as beens
And when we get one young and keen
We sell ‘im on to pay the wages.
Up, and down throughout the ages,
Please can’t you turn the history pages.
Queued up for Kiernan’s autograph,
Seen games die in the second half
and queued to pee… you daren’t laugh.
We’ve paid our dues a hundred times,
Parked near double yellow lines
And even paid the parking fine!