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I’ve been trying to indoctrinate my niece, young jen’s her name
To support the mighty Walsall every Saturday’s the same.
But her mother says Ginola’s hair is the picture on her wall
so lost for words I sought more proof, and took a mighty fall.
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For her school bag too was claret and blue,
another nail in the coffin I think,
Like the time when I asked what’s red and white?
she replied with a sigh…
“well its pink”.
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My only hope now is when is when he’s all clapped out
Ginola will be Bescot bound.
They could have an affair and I could be there
sipping Banks’s in the players lounge.
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But my dream was burned when I lately learned
Robbie Williams is her favourite male.
Now it’s down to her dad
I thought the Villa was bad
he’d better keep her away from Port Vale.