Ipswich Town – Don’t Go Down
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A club on the rocks
welcomes Jewell – his duty to
get blood from a stone
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Come in, welcome, wipe your feet, shake hands
You’ll soon be wiping your eyes and shaking your head like the rest
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Ipswich, my dear Ipswich
You were the Joneses we used to want to keep up with
The little club playing in Europe, UEFA Cup Winners
Such a joy, such a team with so much to give
Your proud history under grand managers
Like Sir Alf and Sir Bobby Robson
Always fighting it out in the play offs
Always giving any team a fair run
But now, ever since you sacked Burly George
Things haven’t gone as well
What can you do with match tickets
When they just don’t seem to sell
Mr Keane has left your shores
As you try another man
I hope he finds the remedy
I hope he has a plan
I’m missing you, my little blue friends
Forty miles down the road
What’s the point of rivalry
When I haven’t the heart to goad
Please just do what we did
Have a season In League One
Just make sure that you bounce straight back
So that we can continue having fun
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