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The Big Red Candy Tolka

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 To the big red candy Tolka
A supporter turned his eyes,
Looking for a team
To fulfil his dream
Of some red and roaring skies.
He went up to the turnstile
And to his great surprise,
When he went to pay,
They said “No way,
Admission is free
To you and me
In the big rock candy Tolka.”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Oh
The
Clapping of the hands
From the overflow’n stands
And the dancing of the Polka,
Where the silverware gleams
In the alcohol streams
In the big red candy Tolka.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 In the big rock candy Tolka,
No stanchions spoil the view
And the Rocket Man
Does all he can
To get his soup to you.
The seats are warm and padded
With footrests there on cue.
And the smell of chips
Makes you smack your lips
With the bags passed round
Throughout the ground
At the big red candy Tolka.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Oh
The
Clapping of the hands
From the overflow’n stands
And the dancing of the Polka,
Where the silverware gleams
In the alcohol streams
In the big red candy Tolka.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 At the big red candy Tolka
The team wins every game,
With skill sublime
Every single time,
They shout out football’s name.
They are the Kings of Europe,
They bring the country fame.
And they play with style
And a happy smile,
And whene’er they’re hacked,
They do not react
In the big red candy Tolka.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Oh
The
Clapping of the hands
From the overflow’n stands
And the dancing of the Polka,
Where the silverware gleams
In the alcohol streams
In the big red candy Tolka.

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 At the big red candy Tolka,
The refs get all things right.
No mass derision
At a wrong decision,
Even if offside is tight.
They always play advantage,
They’re humble and contrite.
And they make no gaffes,
Sign autographs
And the fans all shout
Their names about
At the big red candy Tolka.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Oh
The
Clapping of the hands
From the overflow’n stands
And the dancing of the Polka,
Where the silverware gleams
In the alcohol streams
In the big red candy Tolka.

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 In the big red candy Tolka,
The pitch is smooth and flat,
With no nasty bumps
Or peculiar lumps,
Like a perfect bowling mat.
The fans are always happy,
Won’t entertain a spat.
And the players don’t age
On the highest stage
And the football flows
When we hammer Bohs
And the passing’s slick
And the programme’s thick
And the skill’s top notch
For it’s served with Scotch
At the big red candy Tolka.

10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 Oh
The
Clapping of the hands
From the overflow’n stands
And the dancing of the Polka,
Where the silverware gleams
In the alcohol streams
In the big red candy Tolka.

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Notes

We can but dream…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-big-red-candy-tolka/