Blunt Macca
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They call him Mac the knife
With a new found temperament much suited to Fife
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New white teeth, big smile, his chic is not boho
Though thoroughly approved by the men from Soho
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Becks was one of the best of his generation
Axed by Moustache Pete Mac and his delegation
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What happens if Lennon or SWP are out
We’ll see the strength of this new found clout
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Questions not answered by a thumping of Greece
Will the team wilt under pressure and start to crease,
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In the run up to Euro two thousand and eight
A stuttering qualification and he’s out through the gate
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I fear the new England boss
May be be seen as someone who served up a load of dross
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Nevertheless his journey up the fjord
Will be easier thanks to Mr Clifford
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And when his one track tactic stalls
He’ll be seen as just a mouthpiece of Lord Terrence of Venables
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