Roy Keane Wags a Finger!
¶ 1
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He gets more like Cloughie everyday
He’ll be wearing a green jersey next
But not for ‘Eire in doors’
¶ 2
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Roy’s got his shorts in a twist
Over the wives and girlfriends
Of footballers
¶ 3
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Those who dare say “NO!”
To the steely eyed one
The lure of Sunderland
¶ 4
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Leaves them cold the stack
Of prawn butties in the canteen
Left well alone
¶ 5
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Never mind Keano
There’s always the thought of Man Utd
To keep you warm
¶ 6
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Lady Ferguson has decided
On a house move and her hubby
Daren’t say “NO!”
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