What’s It All About?
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Football is the “New Maths”
All those numbers
Adding up to squiddily squat when you lose
What’s the mean then?
The bl**dy chairman who has short arms
And deep pockets!
And our overweight overpaid striker
Well he’s gross, our yearly GNP!
Well we’ll be calculating the loss percentage
When we’re relegated into a lower division (long long long)
Our midfield maestro’s acute angles
The terrace chanting up a (log) rhythm
You don’t need rocket scientists
To formulate a plan of action here
We’re doomed, doomed!
The writing’s on the wall….
E=MC Square (ball).
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