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Livid? Would be putting it mildly
As the callers said what they like to do
To a young Spanish keeper who putting it politely
Needs to use both his hands sometime soon.
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Our memories are short in the throes of we’re beat
When we’re bawling at the players on view
I’ve been stuck in the away end post lack lustre defeats
And it hurts is what I’m telling you.
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You’re sat back in the motor, as your comrade’s phone in
Slagging off your team, and the boss
I’ve been sat there smiling with a right stupid grin
Otherwise the alternatives are getting angry or…cross.
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This week it’s their turn, so the heat’s off, of us
Our manager’s job should be safe
Last week our gaffer was scared to leave the team bus
For all the insults we aimed at his face.
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Today its United, next week could be City?
Maybe Liverpool, Chelsea or Spurs
It can get really spiteful and you know what’s the pity?
We’ve the gall to say we’re loyal supporters!
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Ain’t for me to tell Old Red Nose how to set up his team
So I won’t for a mo dream of trying
But United aren’t exactly falling apart at the seams
As I write they’ve eighteen sides behind them!