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Dejected of Tottenham, on leaving the ground
As the fifth one slid in to their net
Found his car, had been towed to the Wemberly pound
Well gutted, he hailed a Bob to go collect it.*
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“Ere how come yer gave me a ticket,
When I was properly parked in a bay?
Then towing me away was a bit of a liberty innit?
D’yer know what this little lots cost me today?”
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Jobsworth weren’t bothered, had heard it all before,
Heard every old excuse in the book
He counted the fans money, matter of fact bored
With an I don’t a monkey’s type look.
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“We’ve got yer car on the CCTV round the ground
Not quite over the line of the bay
There’s a funny coincidences, and second time around
You want my advice? I’d lay five to one it’s not been your day!”