They Stole Christmas!
¶ 1
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It came without goals!
It came without cards and whistles!
It came without a capacity crowd and the smell of sprouts!
¶ 2
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The scheduling chiefs at Sky TV
Hatched a surefire way to upset me
They’ve moved our Boxing Day game back a day
Leaving us no festive game to play
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Shock and horror in Canaryland
As fans can’t make the escape they’d planned
Boxing Day buffet with ‘er indoors
A bucket of coleslaw and drunken in-laws
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It’s part of a football fans DNA
To go to a game on Boxing Day
An important part of Christmas tradition
To go bedecked with tinsel and ribbon
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No other excuse will suffice
For missing trifle, yule log and mince pies
Our Carrow Road ground will be deserted
So will we unless Arctic Roll can be diverted
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Sulk, moan, complain – Christmas won’t be the same
Seems like tradition continues to wane
It’s the worst thing ever since turkey mince
Our Boxing Day game stolen by The Football Grinch!
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