No Finer Fan!
¶ 1
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Down streets that the Holy Trinity
Made immortal to the claret and blue
They’re having a knees up, that could last to infinity
Like Alf Garnett and co used to do.
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As the faithful turn up at the Boleyn
To see ‘The Irons’ run out on the pitch
The ‘Star Spangled Banner’ is what they’ll be singing
For an ‘Ammer’ whose just struck it rich.
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East Londoners are known as the salt of the earth
For all pulling together, during The Blitz
And Bobby Moore, Martin Peters and Geoff (hatrick) Hurst
Are still locally worshipped, for the ’66’ hammering of Fritz.
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I digress, let’s get back to that ‘Ammer’
The one who’s the top of the tree
With his family connections out in Essex
There can only for him, be one team.
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So next time he appears on the telly indoors
On Newsnight, News at Ten or Panorama
Remember he’s a bona fide ‘Ammer’ like Hurst, Peters or Moore,
The new president of America… Barack Obama!
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