Fings Ain’t Wot They Used To Be!
¶ 1
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With Inter’s Jose in the stand
Fings didn’t turn out how we planned
If we wanted to impress how hot we were
Ever since “The Special One” was cut loose
We’ve had: Big Phil, Avram and Guus
Fail abysmally to land us in the myrrh.
¶ 2
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Our boys still mentally on the bus
That Magyar made right mugs of us
To put our neighbours first attempt away
As Cech missed every ball in flight
He almost punched out Ballack’s lights,
Whilst that right to Terry’s napper, tempted fate.
¶ 3
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Our diamond wasn’t worth a carat
No cutting edge we failed to act
Until the second half and fings were looking grim
Then Drogba’s nut put one away
An unfortunate OG made our day
As Petr Cech, then did his best to let one in.
¶ 4
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It wasn’t pretty, derbies ain’t
The Cottagers stifled us, and were patient
As an astute coach had done his work on us
We nicked three points, are still on top
Are we convincing? No we’re not
And we’ll miss The Drog, who’s at The African Nation Cup.
¶ 5
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I’ve gotta say I’ve been well impressed
By four or five of the teams we’ve met
The big four’s gone, there’re five sides looking flush
It’s not for me to say, who’s in the frame
But as the competition heats up within our game.
In “The Football” I’d say fings are on the up.
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