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A right gifted visionary
Being able to call that, from where he was stood
But me? I’ll side with the ref, and King Kenny
Whose clear call for a spot kick was good?
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With pleading arms aimed at King Kenny
Was Wenger inferring: there’s something amiss?
As I lip synched his reply via the telly
Dalglish replied in Scotch what translates to:“off piste”.
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It’s high time Wenger was told where to go
Coz it ain’t like he’s snowy white clean
Judging by the times he’s pleaded to have not seen or known
About any decisions against his young team.
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Will Man Yoo storm on to the title?
Will the Wenger boys give up the ghost?
On the bites at the cherry, spurned they seem frightened
To grasp it and race past the post!
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