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We’re hoping that Roman has run out of cheques
That cash flow at Chelsea is bad
Profits now gross might reduce down when nett
So any further spending this season is banned.
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There’s talk in the boozers of transferred allegiances
Blue shirts being burned in disgust
Grapevine says he’s wants to play Champions League
Well then buy him a console, the mug.
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He’s a cheetah like winger with wings on his boots
Who’s seemingly seeking a change?
We’re praying the window will shut sometime soon
Fore a move to The Smoke is arranged.
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His razor sharp wing play is awesome to watch
Whilst he rouses the crowd and enthrals
Only thing is, and the thing he’s forgot
Is when running, one must take the ball.
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It sounds awful really, the fuss I’ve been I’m making
As one player don’t make a team
Yet watching him play, my instinct unless I’m mistaken
Is quite rightly telling me: “He’ll never be a part of the dream”.