Looking Upwards To The Top
¶ 1
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The programme says we need the points
Tells of injured limbs and broken joints
But all of this is folly
If the boys start scoring goals
¶ 2
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The bottom is approaching fast
If we’re not careful, we’ll be last
The managers not jolly
As he looks toward the dole
¶ 3
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This mire is dire
Our strikers not on fire
He looks the part and must soon start
To get a glut of goals
¶ 4
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If not, then our bolt is shot
Then we’re looking at the drop
Wages cuts and contract chops
Plus all that other rigmarole
¶ 5
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Down here near the bottom
The top looks far away
Each week I feel more rotten
As I worry who will stay
¶ 6
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The fans are all in turmoil
The board have wasted dough
As fast as it comes in through the turnstiles
It sprouts wings and off it goes
¶ 7
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Who’ll be playing here next year?
What a worry and a fear
Al this is becoming
As we head toward the drop
¶ 8
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The sun, it never seems to shine
Or ease your sad and troubled mind
When your sitting at the bottom
Looking upwards to the top
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