As the new season approaches
There’s anticipation in the air
Now we’re back in the big boy’s league
The waiting’s more than we can bear.
So many rival clubs are jealous
Because we have owners with real money
They’ve tried various ways to discredit us
Which frankly, I find quite funny.
But our owners are from a different culture
And don’t always think the way we do
So when they speak of our club’s heritage
One wonders how much is true.
Undoubtedly they have bold ambitions
And despite the transfer ins and outs
For all their apparent sincerity
I can’t prevent these niggling doubts.
When they sell off one fan’s favourite
People say it’s a sign of the times
But when they do it again a few weeks later
Faint alarm bells begin to chime.
A player’s contract means very little
And if you really want to buy
We’ll sell him to you at the agreed price
Before the contract ink is dry.
It’s so easy now to look at the squad
To ignore all the danger signs
To get caught up in the euphoria
And never read between the lines.
Now the talk is of a new stadium
The club Chairman announced today
For 129 years Molineux has been our home
We can’t simply walk away.
But the club is in a new era
The more they spend, the more it grows
I wish I could shake off this niggling feeling
That Wolves are being led by the nose.