Sanity We Welcome You !
¶ 1
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I hear Beckhams next stop is the US of A
To wind down his career
Nobody can afford him
In Spain or over here
Is common sense prevaling
To obscene wage demands?
Is sanity calling a halt at last
To fat cat agents qualms?
¶ 2
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Beckhams not the problem
But the market has gone mad
Is Rio ( The Best defender in the World ? )*
Worth a hundred and twenty grand
Sanity we welcome you
Back with open arms
As the game itself gets creedence
By refusing such demands !
¶ 3
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A working class game
Paying wages
That heads of state would wish
We’re off to hell in a hand cart
If we carry on like this
“My career is short, a broken leg
Could end all this tomorrow”
How much money can one man need?
Away with tales of sorrow !
¶ 4
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A broken leg won’t end yer life
Or put you on the street
Get real and not in Madrid
Its rubbish that you bleat !
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