Its An Expensive Game To Be Sure!
¶ 1
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I dream of a World where wingers cross
Where yer striker knocks it in
At a pony a time for a plastic seat *
Sure that’s not too much to be asking?
¶ 2
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A programme costs a prile*
A duece for a cup of tea*
With all this hard earned dosh I’m laying out
Come on entertain me!
¶ 3
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A monkey for a season ticket*
An awfull lot of dough
Yet you don’t want to give us 100%?
We’re entitled to let you know
Just what it is you’re doing wrong
How you give us the hump
Our money pays yer greengages*
Yet you treat us like we’re chumps!
¶ 4
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This World I spoke of earlier
Where yer striker knocks it in
Is it Tir Na Nog I’m after looking for
And is it buckshee to get in?*
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