Oi Blondie! Pick On Someone Yer Own Size.
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Stuck on me stool near the home fans
A loose ball lands where I’m sat, from the pitch
I throw it back a.q.a.p to a grateful Wolves man
Who chucks it right back in to play double quick.
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All of a sudden this bleached blonde headed geezer
Starts giving me shed loads of abuse
I’m sat stuck in the cold and almost in tears
As this big bully boy really lets loose.
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The pundits at Sky thought it funny
To keep focus on my getting slated
As this geezer smiled at his mate, then carried on running
Down the touchline, post I getting berated.
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It’s not as if there seconds left on the clock
When this herbert started giving it large
To a young bloke like me, as he ballboys for Watford
I suppose he thinks he’s a bit of a card.
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Dunno his name, he never started the game
He was obviously a Watford team sub
But when me mum get’s his number, she’ll drop him in lumber
By writing pretty strong words to our club.
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