Fergie’s excuses
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When it comes to excuses, Fergie is king
The prawn butties were off, so the crowd wouldn’t sing
The ref didn’t like us, he must have been blind
Why didn’t they fall for my tricks of the mind?
The pitch was too dry, or the pitch was too wet
Invisible forces were guarding their net
They changed their tactics without telling us first,
Now our over-inflated egos have burst
I wasn’t aiming at Becks when I gave him that scar,
Which he proudly paraded whilst driving his car
Infact who is Beckham? I can barely remember
Not now I have Bellion and Djemda-Djemba
The Worthy cups not worth winning, it’s not very cool
But that’s just coz we’re bitter that we lost to the ‘Pool!
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