Last Big Pay Day?
¶ 1
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On paper it’s a canny move
But our game is played on pitch
Such gadjees rarely ever lose
Whilst their agents make them rich.
¶ 2
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Most will have more clubs than Tiger
Those who don’t will draw the dole
As greengages keep a rising
For the likes of them, what sell their souls.
¶ 3
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Mega-store has had his name
Printed on the shirts
In time to play his opening game
So yer wallet pains with hurt.
¶ 4
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He’ll kiss yer shirt, his ankle’s turned
When it’s all hands to the pump
A blip in form, awa’s the norm
He’ll bid au revior, and jump.
¶ 5
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Integrity? Never mentioned
A word that’s rarely used
Most players would be hard pressed
To even spell the word if pushed?
¶ 6
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“Whatsinnit for me”, they’re all ears
Alert and on the ball
Money will allay their fears
When the cash cows comes to call.
¶ 7
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We’ve had “em” down at our place
Most clubs supporters have
Turning out for mega wages
A reet bunch of canny lads.
¶ 8
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Take this latest mercenary
Who starred in the Sven / Notts County debacle
Lets hope The Toon ain’t getting burnt
By carrying Sol to Newcastle!
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