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The Bolton Wanderers European Lovesick Blues

Alan McKean

Saturday, March 19th, 2005

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 My heart is aching baby
And my mouth is burning dry
Coz we’re looking at playin’ in Europe, hon
And by God, we’re gonna try.
Lord help me
Cos I got
Them Bolton Wanderers European Lovesick Blues.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We’ve suffered from the burden
Of that magic Great Potential
And now that we are on the verge
Honey, we’ll try and give ‘em hell.
Lord help me
Cos I got
Them Bolton Wanderers European Lovesick Blues.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 They’ve laughed at us and put us down
Bad mouthed us, and foul named us,
But season’s end approaches fast
And by now, we’re nearly famous.
Lord help me
Cos I got
Them Bolton Wanderers European Lovesick Blues.

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 The big man, Sam’s a-buzzin’
With the team and fans enthralled
And we’re trying hard to keep our nerve,
As it’s easy to free-fall.
Lord help me
Cos I got
Them Bolton Wanderers European Lovesick Blues.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 The Chairman and the Chief Exec
Have got to have a smile on
They think of all that lovely dosh
They’ve got to hide from Sam, mon
Lord help me
Cos I got
Them Bolton Wanderers European Lovesick Blues.

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 But the season’s still not ended yet,
We’ve still got eight games left
Coz if we fail to keep our nerve,
We’ll be soulless and bereft.
Lord help me
Cos I got
Them Bolton Wanderers European Lovesick Blues.

© Alan McKean March 2005

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-bolton-wanderers-european-lovesick-blues/