The Men In Flags & Rags
¶ 1
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‘No Way, Never Was!’
Cry the nation’s public house reserves
‘that was in, It must be!’
And these bloody foreigners lead us to victory.
¶ 2
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Screaming ‘Get him off’ to the referee
and remembering the god-like genius of Eric C.
You’re so full of advice, good solid advice.
But if you could shut up for once would be nice.
¶ 3
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So have you considered being a pro-manager?
Or the coach’s personal advisor?
You should be, you know so much,
It’s the guys in tracksuits who are out of touch.
¶ 4
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Proud of your team to the point of violence,
all the rest of us want is a little bit of silence.
¶ 5
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Wrapped in a flag with your red and white face
Yet you think men who wear make-up are a queer disgrace
Sat on a stool in the middle of the bar,
You’d go every week but Trafford’s too far.
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With your wisdom at full volume you dispense the wit.
‘GO ON GEEZER, KICK IT’
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