My Heart Goes Out To Nemanja Vidic
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Why does it always rain on me
Cos I can’t stand the rain
Come get me Barca, Real Madrid
Jet me off to sunny Spain.
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The natives of Manchester work too hard
All that rising with the lark
They’ve no enjoyment, for fear of their cards
Out grafting till it’s dark.
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There’s nothing going on there
All that rushing to and fro
S’what happens out there in the real world
Mr Vidic, a world you’ll fortunately, never need to know.
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Don’t like our climate? Then off you go
On yer bike to sunny Spain
Was the climate much better in sunny Moscow
Or Red Star Belgrade?
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As another whinging Johnny Foreigner
Whines on about his terrible luck
There’s plenty out there would have that job
Playing for Man United of a Saturday,
And for half the wages, chuck!
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