Tongue in Chic
¶ 1
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Gillygooly Town FC
Was something of a joke,
So to improve their image
They employed a PR bloke,
Dominic O’Cliche`,
From Dublin born and bred,
Called a media conference,
And this is what he said…
¶ 2
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“Lookin’ back in retrospect,
Wi’ hindsight may I say,
Our future lies ahead o’ us,
Startin’ from today,
He who pays t’ piper
Also calls t’ tune,
We’ll get t’ club back on its feet,
An’ be over t’ moon…
We’re goin’ to give it our bes’ shot,
At t’is point in time,
Or go down wi’ all guns blazin’,
Though t’ club’s still in its prime,
We’ll fight right to t’ bitter end,
T’at’s t’ way to go,
Gird our loins, grit our teeth,
‘Cause y’ reap jus’ what y’ sow…
I’ve said it once before,
Let me say it yet again,
Our destiny is in our hands,
But football’s a funny game,
It’ll separate t’ men from t’ boys,
T’is time it’s do or die,
Let’s keep our feet on t’ ground,
While reachin’ for t’ sky…
Money isn’t everyt’ing,
Though we’re strapp’d for cash,
We’ll seize t’ opportunity,
O’ givin’ it a bash,
Take t’ bull by t’ horns,
Be prepared t’ pay t’ price,
We mus’ play our cards right,
‘Cause it’s t’ las’ t’row o’ t’ dice…
If you’re askin’ my opinion,
It’ll go down to t’ wire,
We’ve got to turn t’is t’ing around,
Or go from t’ fryin’ pan into t’ fire,
All t’at remains is for me to say,
We all mus’ play our part,
T’ank you for your attendance,
From t’ bottom o’ my heart…”
¶ 3
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Consensus of opinion
Was that talk is cheap,
Gillygoolygobbledegook,
Enough to make you weep,
All agreed O’Cliche`’s time
Could be better spent,
A man who talks such nonsense
Should be in Parliament…
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