The Moneymen 2
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Now all the clubs chased the dream
Endeavoring to reign supreme.
The price for some of this wrong doing?
Devastation, financial ruin.
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But wait! What’s this? A wealthy saviour
To put an end to this behaviour;
A tycoon willing to invest
With genuine enthusiasm, zest.
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Our hero has sound business links;
He’ll use them to help us out methinks.
He’ll prob’ly invest ten million pound,
Help us build a brand new ground.
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First he appoints an experienced man,
One who’s known to every fan.
Pays him twenty grand a week:
Men like that, they don’t come cheap.
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While the fans think they’ve got the best
The youth team bus is repossessed.
Wrong priorities I hear you cry,
But money man’s a shrewd, sly guy.
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About soccer he understands naff-all,
But business-wise he’s no-one’s fool.
Pays himself a consultancy fee,
Witholds this news from you and me.
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Whilst the outlook on the pitch is bright,
In the inner sanctum things ain’t right.
Money man wants progress quick,
But council boys suspect a trick.
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A new ground built on flood plain land;
This surely can’t be very sound.
A new ground built on a flood plain!
Is he for real or quite insane?
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Money man’s getting itchy feet,
Threatening to turn up the heat:
The outlook’s very far from sunny:
He’s saying he’ll withdraw his money.
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Within the month our chap’s departed,
Supporters sobbing, broken-hearted.
The manager has jumped ship too,
No-one knows quite what to do.
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Gradually the truth emerges
Through the press in daily surges.
Our friend had expensive taste,
Nearly laid the club to waste.
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Paid himself a whacking sum
For merely sitting on his bum.
Champagne quaffed when with his mates;
Told you he’d expensive taste!
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The moral of this sad tale then?
Just never trust the moneymen.
True, they may just save your team,
But most of them run out of steam.
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They play the most appalling trick;
You know? The one to get rich quick.
But we’re the ones who foot the bill
When greedy hands reach for the till.
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