Senegal, “The Lions”
¶ 1
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Joyful Entrance (red wine and pasta version)
Dusty wind,
Empty streets,
Cans rattle,
Roll unkicked.
¶ 2
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Noises build,
Edge of town,
Muffled roar,
Crescendo.
¶ 3
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Hawkers shout,
Children chatter,
Seats are filled,
Air grows thick.
¶ 4
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Diouf strides out,
Metsu waves,
Centre circle,
The Lions roar…
¶ 5
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Joyful Entrance (Carling and Kebab Remix)
Senegal
Can beat them all
When it comes
To footy-ball.
¶ 6
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Senegal
Will run them all
Ragged with
Their silky skill.
¶ 7
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Senegal
Hope France will fall
And tremble when
They hear the roar.
¶ 8
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Senegal
Can beat them all
When it comes
To footy-ball.
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