Sh … You Know Who
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A breath of fresh air, or so it was thought
The self-appointed Special One was here
That season, the league title was bought
Long wait over and pensioners could cheer
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With Russian roubles and arrogant swagger
He courted Gerrard, Rio and Ashley Cole
Clandestine meetings, so cloak and dagger
In terms of endearment, a massive own goal
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Silly gestures might have started a riot
On his trophy winning Millenium trip
Telling the paying customers to be quiet
With a finger pressed hard against his lip
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But he who laughs last, laughs longest
And all those he silenced eventually roared
Dispatched were the billionaire’s strongest
With a refusal to accept that Garcia scored
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We all know it’s so hard to be humble
When your umbrella’s up before the rain
But please, cut out the bluster and bumble
From siege mentality mind games, refrain
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Some humility for an Empire built on sand
Or calls to bow to your greatness, spurned
Respect is something you cannot demand
No way, José … it must always be earned
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