You hear of New York mobsters,
being referred to as ‘The Don’,
but in South London and Wiltshire,
there only was just one.
His name was Donald Rogers,
and on the wing he played,
and at Selhurst Park and Swindon,
his memory it won’t fade.
Some days now at Palace,
you’ll hear some ageing codgers,
looking to the heavens,
and pleading bring back Rogers.
With his long dark hair and mustache,
he was a deadly ringer,
not for his profession,
but as a cool and calm gun-slinger.
It was 69, when the town,
famous for it’s stevedores,
played the mighty Arsenal.
before a hundred thousand roars.
Rogers got a brace that day,
remembered in folk lore,
as Swindon beat the Arsenal,
by a 3-1 score.
Top teams they took a mental note,
but no one took the leap,
as Swindon held onto their star,
and refused to sell him cheap.
But Swindon could not hold on for long,
to the man with the bag of tricks,
and he signed for Crystal Palace,
at the age of twenty-six.
A hundred and fifty thousand,
was the transfer price,
but we knew we had a bargain,
when he ran rings around Pat Rice.
Da-Da -Da-Da Don Rogers,
we sang to the conga beat,
as he waltzed around defenders,
with the ball glued to his feet.
That year of 72,
in a major shock,
Palace buried five,
past United and ‘Tom Doc’.
And like he did at Wembley,
‘The Don’ he grabbed a brace,
and at that time in England,
no one could match his pace.
‘The Don’ from Paulton soon became,
a Palace mini god,
as he flew around defenders like,
Reaney,Smith and Todd.
Then Bert Head got the sack,
and Allison filled the spot,
but he didn’t understand,
the genius he had got.
They had a falling out,
a rift that never healed,
and Allison pulled Don from upfront,
and stuck him in midfield.
We acheived two relegation’s,
and landed in the third,
but the chant da — da Don Rogers,
was still the loudest heard.
Queens Park Rangers rescued Don,
from the sinking ship,
but he never was the same player again,
due to — a battered hip.
Allison rubbed his hands with glee,
cos he got Venables in the swap,
but like ‘The Don’ the wear and tear,
had finished him at the top.
So ‘The Don’ retired to Swindon,
to run his sporting store,
but he’s remembered on the Holmesdale Road,
where he’d run when he had scored.
So forget about John Gotti,
Gambino, ‘Sam the Bull’,
‘The Don’ clad in the claret and blue,
was the fellow who did rule.