Party Games
¶ 1
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We fans are paying guests
As the players take to the pitch
They have all the thrills and spills
We get a half-time sandwich
¶ 2
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Our defence takes the stage
For a round of musical statues
We could mop up better at the back
With a man-size box of tissues
¶ 3
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Sometimes it’s like British Bulldog
Sometimes like Blind Mans Buff
We watch other teams leapfrog above us
As we show we’re not good enough
¶ 4
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The strikers play their own version
Of Pin the Tail on the Eeyore
‘Stick the ball in the back of the net’
The success rate is sadly poor
¶ 5
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The manager has a game of his own
Captain? Who shall I pick?
Drury, Doc, Fozzy or Rusty?
They’re all going down with the ship
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