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Down the back of the coach
We were sharing a smoke
Coy like if you know what I mean?
Cos at the age of fourteen
Ma would’ve dished out a beating
Had she known I inhaled nicotine?
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There were songs being sang
Cheering and clapping
Encores for: more and much more
We were kids, neigh on blokes
Acting tough, puffing smokes
Having witnessed the luck of the draw.
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I’ll also never forget
The blurred exorcet
That ruined our day so we thought
Till the man in the black
Called joyous Leeds players back
To tell “em” “Yer still down one nought”
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“The Cat” had been lax
As that Lorimer smash
Crashed in to the back of the net
Indeed one or two of our players
In despair offered prayers
For intervention from JC upstairs.
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Johnny Giles tried again
Norman Hunter? Did what he did best
I swear I saw grown men weep
As the referee’s beep
Meant we’d won off of T Hately’s head.
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Leeds hit two crackers that day
Which to Revies dismay
Were scrubbed for no reason at all
Whilst on our way to “The Smoke”
We puffed fags and told jokes
Knowing… we didn’t have enough dough for The Final.