Paint a Vulgar Picture
¶ 1
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We used to really hate your excess
Abhorrence, revulsion beguiled
Put a dollar instead of an S
Detestation extremely hostile
¶ 2
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We used to really hate your success
Ye bought the best players around
No honour, class nor finesse
But cups and medals abound
¶ 3
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We used to really love your distress
Some danced as ye faltered, not I
It cost ye poor Ollie, God bless
Same fate to our club did apply
¶ 4
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Apathy’s now the feeling conveyed
Comrades in the trenches too long
Wanting to get out but still half afraid
And return back to where we belong
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