We’ve No Chance! Sez Who?
¶ 1
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“Jesus” said The Chosen One
“ I can‘t argue, but agree”
Chelsea’s run will be surely done
Against Lionel’s FC.
¶ 2
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Am I missing something punters
Did the television lie?
Were Meelan’s defensive blunders?
Of the Hackney Marshes kind?
¶ 3
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Of course Lionel’s FC are brilliant
It’s there for all to see
But there’s two lots of ninety minutes
To be played yet, seems to me.
¶ 4
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Andy Townsend quaking in his boots
On the sofa next to Gareth
Postured posed, then enthused we’ll lose
Where’s your optimism Andy?
¶ 5
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In Espana, Real are six in front
Beyond Lionels FC
With a full on classico to come
Before taking on Chelsea.
¶ 6
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So lets turn up to be slaughtered
Hoist white flags, or run and hide
Seems it’s only us loyal supporters
Who believe we’ll win this tie.
¶ 7
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Nailed on we’ll be the underdogs
Both here and out in Barca
And if getting beat, we’ll still harbour hopes
Of more comebacks than Sinatra.
¶ 8
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Jesus, seeing as we beat your team
An to ‘The Chosen One’ his kin
Remember lads we can have our dreams,
An nuffink’s ever over, till the portly lady sings!
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