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You watch some joke go through the motions
A sardonic smirk tells you he’s missed
That so what then slouch and the shrug of his shoulders
Sending partisan fans near ballistic.
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He’ll say through the papers “Give me a game,
Or come summertime I’m on me bike”
Blinking neck of the geezer, why should we play him,
He’s out on the lash every night?
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Like measles, his attitude spreads through the team
As the peripheral squaddie make waves
While we look for our leader to verbally cleanse
All negative thoughts come a match day.
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We’ll only perform in the second half
Post gaffer blowing his top
“So let us in for half price then?” “ What. Are you having a laugh?
Whatever next… gratis pies, lager and hot dogs?”
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Every home defeat? Pay US a pony*
Beaten away? Travel expenses returned
Top half? Then I’d willingly cough up without moaning
Bottom half? A piece of what first team had earned.