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Numbered balls of fate have dropped
We’re at home, next round in cup
Much to the utter chagrin of our fans
Them Southend boys will fancy
If they play like Wengers academy
They’ll lead me Chelsea team a merry dance.
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My money’s on a replay
Who cares what Big Phil may say?
He knows we can’t win an argument at home
The frightening pace of Michael Ballack
Who’s like a donkey when he gallops
Will make sure we are winners down the coast.
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The magic that’s the cup
Is sure to conjure up
A shock or two, lets hope that it ain’t us
Coz last season up at Barnsley
Where Grant’s selected team alarmed me
We got turned over, by failing to turn up.
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For me The Cup has happy memories
I’ve seen some cracking games at Wemberly
Especially when we had “The Special One”
The one nil win v Man United
Keeps Chelsea fans, cold nights excited
With flashbacks to that match second to none!
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In melancholia I digress
The next cup match v Southend
Is really what the boys should have in mind
Not balmy summer days at Wemberly
All decked out in fresh green celery
When the Man Yoo fans could not believe their eyes!