When It All Goes North.
¶ 1
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Re-run that dancing programme
The one that I despise
Anything’s better than Lawro and Hansen
Lauding over our demise.
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Tried watching Spanish football
In The Bernabeau they were singing
Anythings better than the facts in full
How it all went North at Wigan.
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Our living room is deathly quiet
“Kev, not watching Match of the Day?”
To which I bite my tongue to keep inside
The words I wanna say.
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Sunday lunch is cancelled
By the vultures in the press
With reporting on the scandal
Aimed at causing more distress.
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Lunchtime pubs sit silent
As funereal pints are sunk
Come Monday morn we’ll realize
Proud record held is gone.
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I’ll clean the winders, walk the dog
Or go up to bed and sleep
Coz if I have to hear how it all went wrong
Once more, I honestly think I’ll weep.
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Next match we’re off to Cyprus
To get our season back on track
Right now it seems for a lot of us
Our week-end off’s turned dismal black!
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