The club that…. has won the flippin’ cup!
¶ 1
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They say that anything is possible
That any game is winable
That nothing’s unobtainable
If flesh and blood can kick a ball.
¶ 2
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You cling to these thoughts everyday
If you’re a follower of Whitley Bay
The club for years a figure of fun
Has been to Villa Park
…And won.
¶ 3
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The club who’s pitch was once so bad
They used a goat to trim the grass
¶ 4
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Who sacked a useless boss of their’s
Then put the groundsman
In charge of team affairs
¶ 5
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Whose record transfer fee received
Was twelve match balls
Sent from Torquay
¶ 6
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Who won the league on one ocassion
Then left the trophy in a pub in Alston.
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Then little success for forty years
Just tears of laughter
and often
Just tears.
But now there’s hope for the hardy souls
Who squint through fog
In search of goals
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Because at Hillheads Park where the tea is cold
But the pies so hot you cannot hold
Where the dressing room smells of cigs and liniment
And the PA annoncer has a speech impediment
In this unlikely and eccentric place
Success has left it’s magic taste
In the mouths of those who dared to dream
For their little club
And cracking team.
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