Goldi-lacks and Who Cares?
¶ 1
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We’ve got Damo, Steady Eddie and P.M.
Supermac, Adam and Flem
Greeno in goal and Hucks up front
No Big Time Charlies among them
¶ 2
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No Jack the Lads or Lady Luck
No Flash Gordon or Desperate Dans
(Though we can field our own Donkey Derby
And we’ve got a few desperate fans)
¶ 3
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Then Bentley is loaned from Arsenal
All gold silky hair and white boots on his feet
Excuse our wry knowing smiles from
Our land of muddy roads and sugar beet
¶ 4
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He says he’s here to help us
What a nice kind caring soul
He plays up like a toddler
We need him to play in front of goal
¶ 5
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He’s an Arsenal player in a Norwich shirt
Believing the publicity of fools gold
Take off your kings crown and get stuck in
Then you’ll be welcomed in from the cold
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