The Countdown!

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Oh B and Q and Do It All
I bid you fond farewell
Though I flirted with you briefly
You’re not my Holy Grail
Yo lush green pitch, as gorgeous sun
Shines on brightly down
On hallowed suntanned idols
I’m in me seat and brown
As start of term that we all yearn
And long so to be near
Farewell to sandy beaches
Fresh fish and ice cold beer!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 To East End in the winter
To Wigan when it’s warm
It’s all I’ve thought about all summer
Through heatwave beyond the norm
As countdown starts to be a part
Of each and every day
We now know where we’re going
And who we’re gonna play
So put away yer cricket whites
And linseed oil yer bat
You toffs have had yer fiftheen minutes
That’ll be quite enough of that!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 As zenith so approaches
To get things on the move
Book yer seats on coaches
So we can be in travel groove
Is yer singing gear all working
Like it was last year?
As turnstiles start a jerking
That time is nearly here
Eight weeks to go and counting?
I think thats what they said
The excitement is a mounting
In me heart and in me head!



I know, I know it’s all a long way off but you have to be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel!

Don’t you Roy and Patrick?

Excuse the pun!



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