Sunday’s Final’s coming up,
A quiet low-key affair.
Who do I want to win the Cup?
Or do I really care?
Pat’s might be a better bet,
When Europe comes around.
Opponents break into a sweat
When they first see their ground.
But then again, they have a chip
That weighs each shoulder down.
They really ought to get a grip,
So come on, Longford Town!
Our rural friends have travelled far,
And should get some reward.
They’ve followed Alan Matthew’s star
With dignity restored.
And yet, they’re such a dirty side,
Such nasty little brats.
That surely cannot be denied,
So come on! Up St Pats!
But Paul Osam is not averse
To putting in the boot,
And Tony Bird is even worse,
And many follow suit.
But Longford have that drummer boy
Who never gives it up.
He needs a few years in the ‘Joy
And not a silver cup.
But Pat’s have got those little scuts
Who oftentime throw stones.
I’d like to kick their little butts
And listen to their moans.
But Longford have those stewards who
Insist on acting tough.
At night they go back to the zoo
And really strut their stuff.
So who’d I like to lift the Cup?
I’ve many different views.
I cannot make my small mind up –
‘Tis best if both teams lose.