The More Things Change……
¶ 1
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So I read through the teamsheet at twenty to three
It’s still Carsy, Big Pat, Cathal, Coco and me,
Redfern’s in the states but he’s coming back soon
He’ll slot back in at right back, run about like a loon
Dunks in the ones still holding the fort
Ellers is manager, but getting quite fraught
¶ 2
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So we’re all still here Si, never down in the dumps
Though the vallys bag’s choca with ventolin pumps
It’s like Gods waiting room, what a senile collection
The 3’s have a seance instead of selection
¶ 3
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But we’re still hanging on, under chairman Don Maughan
The young uns today, just don’t know that they’re born
I remember the nights playing spoof in the bar
With Coombsy in charge, though we’d never get far
¶ 4
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So here’s to old lats, and we’ll keep taking bets
That us old ‘uns’ll keep smiling……..and avoiding the vets!
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