I Love Alan Green cos He’s Grumpy!
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The finest the best in the land
He’s a star with the mic in his hand
He’s big and he’s brave with his words
And he’ll moan and he’ll groan and he’ll curse
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Up with the lark for the game
The kick off at noon its insane
Sundays for church its a joke
Yer man there wrapped up in his coat
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For footballers messing around
Our Alan will grumble and growl
The cry will go up for a foul
“Get up son that’s just not allowed!”
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If the footie is boring beware
For Alan is not easily scared
His grumpiness pours never leaks
Ask Fergie he still doesn’t speak
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No balmy times back in the Nou Camp
Miracle nights in the Bul
Its back to the rain in arl blighty
And strikers who can’t bloody shoot
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The prancing of such prima donnas
Won’t garner his praise but his wrath
For he tuts and guffaws and recanters
And sometimes with irony laughs
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The wizard of Radio 5
Bringing his thoughts to the game
The Blanchflower to Pearcey’s Mackay
Entertainment is his middle name
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Oh Alan’s a jewel of this nation
A footballing gem I adore
For his wit and his notebooks for goalposts
But most coz he’s grumpy for sure!
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