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Up There with the Big Boys

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “Life ain’t no bed of roses”, we hear you all complain,
You say the path is nearly always rough.
You whinge you’ve had a raw deal,
You whine this world’s an ordeal,
Just shut your traps and learn ‘bout Life from us …

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 We’re up there with the Big Boys,
We’re perched atop the League,
Played twenty, won eighteen, drawn two, lost nil.
We’ve a compact, close-knit Squad,
We’re convinced our Gaffer’s God,
And our Target Man’s endowed with silky skills.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 Gaffer’s just been dubbed a Knight,
He deserved a gong alright,
Di’n’t ‘e look great swapping small talk with the Queen?
He’s a first-class football brain, though some say he’s half insane,
And he’s just nipped out to buy a Limousine!

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 ‘Cos he’s up there with the Big Boys,
We’re up there with him too,
We haven’t lost a single match in ages.
We don’t need no TV cash,
‘Cos our Chairman’s got a stash,
Long life to ‘im, ‘cos he’s just increased our wages.

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 In the Boardroom it’s all smiles,
‘Cos we’re leading by a mile,
And the value of our shares? My, how they soar!
Sponsors rub their hands with glee, as we chalk up victorees,
For success will breed success (and they’ll flog more).

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 We’re up there with the Big Boys,
We look down on the rest,
Our Trophy Room’s chock-full of Silverware.
We’ve won Shields ‘n’ Cups ‘n’ Titles,
Don’t you ever take the Michael,
Or we’ll kick you … well, you know exactly where!

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 We are Man U, we’re the Arsenal, we’re the mighty Liverpool,
And generally, we’re known as the Big Three.
You may love us, you may loathe us,
But you simply can’t ignore us,
‘Cos when all is said and done, we’re Top the League!

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 Yes, we’re up there, we’re the Big Boys,
We’re the ones who rule the roost,
We just go from strength to strength, we’ll never stop.
We’re the highest in the Table,
‘Cos to lose we’re hardly able,
And you bet, this time next season we’ll be Top …

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 28/12/02
Denys E. W. Jones

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Notes

This is a companion-piece to my earlier poem Down among the Dead Men, which, ideally, should be read first. Apologies to Chelsea fans for not having included their team in the Big Three – this poem was written over two years ago, before Mr Abramovich burst upon the scene…

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/up-there-with-the-big-boys/