The Team That’s Got No Dough Pt 2

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We’ve bought a centre forward
Found him at a dump
A big Irish boy from Limerick
He was working on the lump
Threatened him with the DHSS if he didn’t sign
Glad to say that he saw sense
He’ll now lead our line
Keepers a road sweeper
Massive pair of hands
Don’t say too much, a sore throat?
No, he’s swollen glands
Our centre half is a giraffe
All neck and tall as a tree
The transfer funds a busted flush
Spent on all these three
As season’s start approches
We’ve let all our fans know
We’ll be looking for financial support
For the teams that’s got no dough!

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Our chairman done a runner
The Vatman’s on his tail
There’s so much money missing
He’s a certainty for gaol
If you buy a season ticket
We need yer dough up front
To ward off all the creditors
As for their money they do hunt
Buy a seat yer children treat
To football down here below
It aint like this in the Premiership
We’re the team that’s got no dough!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The local launderette’s been knocked*
For washing all the kit
So wives, mums and lovers
Are taking care of it
The printer is another one
Who hasn’t had his dough
The programme notes all praised him
For helping our cash flow
I really sometimes wonder
Is it worth it carrying on?
All that is forgotten
When fans cheer and sing our songs
Although it is a recording
To create an atmosphere
What would we do on Saturday
Bet and guzzle beer?
No the team is paramount
To the community, they know
Although we’re a bunch of knockers*
We’re the team thats got no dough!



* knockers, cockney for people who don’t pay yer what yer owed.

Blimmin Knockers!

I’ve just been knocked!



Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-team-thats-got-no-dough-pt-2/