Next in the firing line.
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A man of great dignity
A man we could trust
Who now in wild west parlance
Has bitten the dust.
Since Fat Mick the storekeeper
Breezed into the toon
Many staff have been drinking
In the last chance saloon.
Big Sam was the first one
He lasted just a few games
Before being shot in the back
Just like poor Jesse James.
Then he rode rough shod over Keegan
And shang-Hy’d big Al
And has now strung up Chris Hughton
At the St James’s coral
A diabolical act no doubt deviously planned
And the noose now hangs ready
For his new hired hand.
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