It Ain’t Over, Until …..
¶ 1
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The phat lady slingeth forth
her words of beauty
But the dumpy diva
is dallying while on duty …
loitering with her larynx …
vacillating with her vocal chords …
teasing with her tonsils –
while we’re all itching, to praise in prose
fingers twitching, at the consoles
¶ 2
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Now, with the wobbly wonder, all set to warble …
as she finally steps up to the mic
¶ 3
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We, being true football fans
have to jump in early …
¶ 4
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We … are … the … Champions
my friends
And we’ll keep on scoring, ’til the end
Cos we are the Champions
We ARE the Champions …
soon to be unfurled!
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