With the rancid smell of last years pies
Still lingering on the air
We walk past silent turnstiles
To check out changes, if they’re there.
Have the carzies had a coat of paint
Has the concourse had a wash
Has Drogba buggered off to Spain
Like he threatened our last boss.
And our bawling spitting captain
Has he dried his tear stained face
If he did gob in to Tevez’s pane
His just desserts reward disgrace.
Frankie Lamps has itchy feet
To re-unite with Jose
As Ricardo, him and Big Phil meet
For one last pay rise showdown.
They’re back in for pre-season
So big kick off can’t be far
So maybe that’s the reason
For this mornings special delivery
Of me clubs sponsored credit card?