They’ve ruined the Cup draw.
¶ 1
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It’s the third round of the F.A.Cup on Sunday
When the big boys get put in the hat
The little clubs want a big name
Manchester United or Chelsea will do.
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I can recall tuning into the radio
Before it got broadcast on the T.V.
Now they tell you to look out
For numbers,10,12,22,34,etc,etc.
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I wish they wouldn’t do that
The old way was the best
You never knew who you’d get
The mystery made it more exciting.
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Now the screens full of numbers
With the clubs name next to them
“But I don’t want to know,” I yell
You’re taking away the enjoyment.
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I know, I’ll turn the sound down
But you still have to look at the screen
So I’ll just have to accept defeat
But, it’s yet another great institution ruined.
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