Time To Get Real…. Lads!
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In these times of dire painfull reality
Where people are losing their homes
We’ve been offered a Real Madrid casualty
A forty million squid unknown
Has this madness spiralled out of control?
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Gonaldo had signed a new contract
To stay for another four years
And the word he had givens
Been re-negged, gone back
On, to the envious gasps of his peers.
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With players at leisure, to do as they please
For who, when, where and what for
Will they ever feel the pinch, like the punters they bleed?
As they trawl down the road of “How much will you pay me?
That’s not enough, my agents been offered lots more!”
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Our transfer market’s out of proportion
To the harsh reality of a sane and real world
Where can’t afford punters have to watch money with caution.
So you cosseted players wanting more and more gelt
Had better tread carefully, as the gravy train, you’re all riding on
Could very soon…… come to a halt!
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