R.E.S.P.E.C.T. To Another Fine West London Team!
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Ah those matches we watched in West London
Where the punters back on to The Thames
Watching derbies that almost saw ructions
Causing rifts amongst families and friends.
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Fulham real old skool with ace Johnny Haynes
Us young Blues bravado and flash
Rammed “Bridge” or “Cottage”, closely fought games
That caused ire in “The Cage” round our flats.
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Two fine teams in one borough of London
Where the Kings Road runs down by The Thames
On fraught match days one has the conundrum:
Dear God, don’t let us lose in the derby to “Them!”
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Simply blanking those kids on our manor
Who happened to wear a white shirt?
When you won, you adopted that manner
Kids have, of slyly rubbing ones face in the dirt.
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These things are all part of the mystique
That all us real football fans share
Some days you bask in a shower of victory
Others? Drenched by monsoons of despair.
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Here hold on a minute, you can’t always win it
As those in “The Know” will confirm
So the plaudits to Fulham (and mucho respecto to “em”)
Are throughly deserved coz plaudits like those were hard earned!
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