It came without goals!
It came without cards and whistles!
It came without a capacity crowd and the smell of sprouts!
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
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
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
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
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!