Off To A Dire.
¶ 1
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“The anxiety of the public
Had filtered down to the team”
A goal behind four minutes in
We were struggling out at sea.
¶ 2
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No touchlines threats or warming up
Meant things would get much worse
So we put our faith in lady luck
Whilst belting out a dirge.
¶ 3
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Kalou looked lackadaisical
Subbed before haft-time
The Baggies sensed: might be their day
So put us under fire.
¶ 4
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We performed for fifteen minutes
To eventually win the game
“Our worst display in ages innit?”*
Arks a bloke near me to his mate.*
¶ 5
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New manager, new season
Does it matter? No it don’t
We were off the pace, a reason?
A lame excuse, and awful more the point.
¶ 6
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When we’ve parted with dough
Turned up for a show
In our thousands to sit in a stadium
We’ve a right to applaud
Jeer, or put to the sword,
The team, with our voices and name them!
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