Is He Having A Laugh Or What?
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When that last whistle went
The result went agin
And with emotion all spent
Dejected punters trudged down cold sombre streets
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When a bright voice filled the air
That made the football fans glare
“Hot dogs, hot dogs, get yer hot dogs with onions
Replace the emptiness of losing at home….. again, with one of these”!
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