I won’t take my coat off…I’m not stopping.
¶ 1
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He travelled up from London
They say he brought his tent
It was only a fleeting visit
So why bother paying rent.
¶ 2
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He soon fell out of favour
And knew he could not stay
He’d not even unpacked his suitcase
Before Keano walked away.
¶ 3
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He became disillusioned with the weather
All he ever saw was rain
And soon tugging at his heart strings
His beloved White Hart Lane.
¶ 4
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Well aware he had dropped a clanger
He was still picking up his dough
Scant consolation for feeling homesick
Like his mate Jermaine Defoe.
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So ‘Arry’ contacted Sunderland
And rang the Pompey chimes
Prodigal son’s returning
In football’s crazy times.
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