The Highbury Jinx Is Laid To Rest
¶ 1
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The Library is silent
As Robben turns and twists
The North Bank is an island
Now twenty points adrift
¶ 2
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We’ve put a fifteen year old ghost to bed
That of Bermondsey’s Johnny B
The last Blue boy to score the winner
At that hallowed Highbury
¶ 3
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We’ve done the double with no trouble
We’ve matched them and we’ve fought
To break the indian sign they held over us
Or at least that’s what they thought
¶ 4
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A perfectly good goal was disallowed
I’m sure you would agree
But all of that is yesterdays news
Now we’ve won at Highbury
¶ 5
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Some days the luck is with you
Some days it is not
But today was just a great team win
As the Gooners lost the plot
¶ 6
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With Joey Cole on a roll
We soon made it two nil
As Wenger held his head in his hands
It must have made him ill
¶ 7
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Our manager has let us down
With a show of disrespect
To offer your hand to the other bloke at the end
Is what true fans expect
¶ 8
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Has the chosen one lessons to learn
About the English game
About how to set a good example
About how to handle fame?
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