Carver
Well-Known Member
With apologies to Rogers and Hammerstein:
You’ll never win the prem....
When the press said your’e the best,
And even the Sun confess,
That your team will win the league in three games.
At the end of the day, there was a quarter of a season to play,
And the league’s not just about Liverpool.
When the lockdown hit
We all laughed ‘oh shit’
They won’t make it to ninety one points.
So jog on, jog on,
With hope in your hearts,
‘Cos you’ll never win the league again,
You’ll never win the Prem.
Jog on, jog on, to twenty twenty one, ‘cos we’ll never give you the league, we’ll never let you win the premier league.
You’ll never win the prem....
When the press said your’e the best,
And even the Sun confess,
That your team will win the league in three games.
At the end of the day, there was a quarter of a season to play,
And the league’s not just about Liverpool.
When the lockdown hit
We all laughed ‘oh shit’
They won’t make it to ninety one points.
So jog on, jog on,
With hope in your hearts,
‘Cos you’ll never win the league again,
You’ll never win the Prem.
Jog on, jog on, to twenty twenty one, ‘cos we’ll never give you the league, we’ll never let you win the premier league.