Right the Future
¶ 1
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Advertising is such a powerful thing
World Cup is now all about the ching ching
Dunga clearly dislikes these campaigns
Baby Rons step-over didn’t get on the plane
Drogba, so powerful, a banker to score
Had a note from his Mammy, his elbow was sore
Cannavaro, clearly now over the hill
Even the All Whites put him through the mill
Wayne vented his anger, by expletive means
Fearing the caravan and eating baked beans
Ribery seemed to be trying his best
With him and his mates though you’d never have guessed
Writing your future? You’ve gotta be joking
All I can hear are these “role models” choking
Anymore poor displays, they’ll be left on the shelf
If you want the future, go write it yourself
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