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Tell me Madam Shoulace with yer wizened old face
On Sunday just how will we play?
Will Beckham be benched and the midfield condensed
So that Lampard and Gerrard can prey?
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Will Walcott boy get a game, get a chance of great fame
If he gets on the score sheet first time
Will Sven and his sidekick McClaren
Rue not bringing one more number nine?
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“I can see in my ball that yer striker is tall
Thin as a rake and no slouch
There’s something else coming through…. it’s quite blurry though true
It’s not him that Svens leaving out”
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“Why do you keep asking these questions?
That are a mystery to me and me cherised glass ball
The pair of us can’t see through the haze of uncertainty
Of this game you all know as football”!