Investiture
¶ 1
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There once was a fellow called Little Jim
Who came when times were looking grim
He was our secret new investor
Nothing like that deal with Leicester
¶ 2
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Brians pal he’d known for years
He met the fans, allayed their fears
Paid the wages, FIFA 2
A decent chap we could construe
¶ 3
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Then Aidan Tynan, new GM
dopey dogs he did condemn
how did our club, this chap induce
Our saviour? Or the hangmans noose?
¶ 4
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Sherlock Xtreme had dug real deep
One name appeared at every sweep
A Swindon fan then set us straight
Little Jim now knockin at their gate
¶ 5
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Take Swindon over? Our chairman vice?
He then resigned, so what’s the dice?
Investment rolled into Arkaga?
That’s all we need, another saga
¶ 6
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So did they own us all along?
Why only now a different song?
Excuse me but I ain’t being funny
Do they really expect to make some money?
¶ 7
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There’s 2 ways now to view our pickle
For every fan, the staunch or fickle
Oppose, protest, go make your stand
Or wait and see the “promised land”?
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