To Lose, To Wreck
¶ 1
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One day your team will be the best
Taking the points in a mighty goal-fest
They win everything going, luck is blessed
Even the title for footys best-dressed
¶ 2
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Now and again they lose touch with the rest
Many a game they failed to impress
Fighting a stern relegation test
The manager goes bald under the stress
¶ 3
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Worn with pride, the club emblem vest
Fund-rasing dinner, VIP guest
Testimonials feather their nest
But someone has to be the losingest
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