Thou Shalt Not Back Pass
¶ 1
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Cannot defend the defenders
When they sell the keeper short
Send the score sheet to the menders
We cannot keep it down to nought
¶ 2
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All we have to do to win
Is score more goals than them
But their strikers are much faster
They show no mercy in the Prem
¶ 3
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We attack successfully as a team
We’re good at tracking back
Still opposition goals are raining in
We need to get a mac
¶ 4
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We play our way out of trouble
Most times with calm and skill
That doesn’t always clear the danger
As a hoof to Row Z will
¶ 5
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As a Norwich City fan I cannot moan
We’ve scored some great goals of our own
Still we wait for a clean sheet
We have ‘not won’ games but we’re never beat
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