Leeds United
¶ 1
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We have Kewell down the wing,
when he scores he makes us sing,
Harry Kewell, Harry Kewell,
he is teams real jewell.
¶ 2
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Mark Viduka holds up the ball,
he is big not small,
Alan Smith is a local Leeds lad,
he is not bad,
but the man in the middle gives him bad rap.
¶ 3
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The other united are Manchester,
when we beat them it made them stare,
when Kewell ran pass Rio,
it made Ferdinand’s transfer to Man U a bad deal
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Now Mr Risdale has put super Leeds on the rack.
A word of warning we will be back.
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