Pep’s not coming to Shelbourne
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You’ll bear your cross, Pep,
your albatross, Pep.
You had your chance but went for Bundesliga dross, Pep.
So adios, Pep.
It is your loss, Pep,
your loss because, Pep,
you blew your dream of being the Shelbourne boss, Pep.
¶ 2
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You wanted more, Pep,
but what’s in store, Pep?
What hope when you have built a house of straw, Pep?
Oh Bayern are poor, Pep,
a poor score-draw, Pep,
but Murphy’s Law, Pep,
says next year you’ll be standing on our doorstep.
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