Good conduct ?
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I buy my season ticket
I yell and scream and shout
And if Kevin Keegan asked me
I would play for him for nowt.
I haven’t any agents
For me the trouble with the game
Which was a lot more beautiful
Before these people came.
I’ve never been up before a judge
Or served time behind prison bars
My mode of transport is a bike
With no desire for fancy cars.
And there’s thousands of us out there
Who dig deep this time of year
To buy our season tickets
But do our clubs and players care ?.
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