The team were right behind the gaffer
As he pushed and trained them hard
But to the board it didn’t matter
They still gave him his cards!
A decent bloke is unemployed
And the team are that much fitter
And the dignified comments of the gaffer as he left
Like the Murphys he’s not bitter!
Why wasn’t he sacked at Christmas
Why’d they wait till now?
They’re sinking like a lead balloon
With relegation on the bow
All the players are sorry for the boss’s fortune
T’was in the hands of fate
No it wasn’t, it was in the hands of the players
And they’ve realized it much too late!