It’s Left A Sour Taste!
¶ 1
Leave a comment on verse 1 0
I’m not that sure if the stadiums the business
It should be, after all, it cost enough dough
There’s something I can’t still get to grips with
Why we fans have to pay for it, through the nose
¶ 2
Leave a comment on verse 2 0
They (sweet FA) know it’s part of out culture
A prized cup final ticket come May
So how come all those be suited vultures
Get seats, why real football fans get FA?
¶ 3
Leave a comment on verse 3 0
I know what you’re thinking, don’t go then
Don’t fork out such dosh for one game
Yeah, maybe that’s right, but it’s Wemberly
We might never get to play there again
¶ 4
Leave a comment on verse 4 0
Three scores and more for a ticket
Programmes a tenner a pop
Us mug punters must be rolling in it
At the prices it costs us to watch
¶ 5
Leave a comment on verse 5 0
The match won’t go down as a classic
Sometimes that’s just how it goes
The cup ours, so right now we’re ecstatic
But you know whats perverse as I finish this verse
Is we’re getting ripped off and what make’s it worse?
Is….we know!
Comments
0 Comments on the whole Poem
Create an account to leave a comment on the whole Poem
0 Comments on verse 1
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 1
0 Comments on verse 2
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 2
0 Comments on verse 3
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 3
0 Comments on verse 4
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 4
0 Comments on verse 5
Create an account to leave a comment on verse 5