The Double
¶ 1
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Who’s that bloke in the dugout?
I’m sure I’ve seen him before…
those glasses, the hair, that Devil-
may-care insouciance of his grin,
but is it he, is it he, is it Him?
¶ 2
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He looks like a normal bloke,
but not quite Normal enough…
he might think himself a bit Special,
it’s time to call his bluff…
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Oy! Four eyes! You! Yes, you!
¶ 4
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You shamelessly brazen impostor!
You’re not a manager at all –
not even a lowly club doctor!
¶ 5
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Don’t invoke my ire!
Don’t provoke the Kop to anger!
¶ 6
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You’re not our Jurgen at all―
you’re his Gegenpressing
Kloppelganger!
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