They always beat us, every time,
Although they weren’t that good.
But football robb’ry’s not a crime
As they well understood.
Every time we played that side,
Good luck seemed to desert us.
For though it was a one-way tide,
With one attack, they’d hurt us.
At length we all devised a plot
To get some small come-uppance.
We’d pick our nose and squash our snot
To ‘bout the size of tuppence.
We lay in wait behind their bus,
Some justice to redeem.
Then showered them with snots becuss
They were our bogey team.