Magicpole
Well-Known Member
Well it’s Crying time again
The league is over.
I can see that runners up look, in your eye ah ah ah ah eyes
I can tell, that you won’t be pushing Celtic
And that tears are welling up is no surprise
Well you spent a lot of gold on 9 new signings
And your fever pitch response was off the charts
But those players aren’t quite as good as you had hoped for
And the Celtic put you right back on your arse.
Well it’s Crying time again
The league is over.
I can see that runners up look, in your eye ah ah ah ah eyes
I can tell, that you won’t be pushing Celtic
And the tears are welling up is no surprise.
So a Cockney stands alone, he’s got excuses
As he tries to justify a team without a clue oo oo oo oo oo
His jacket, hanging on a shaky nail now
Oh what’s a Cockney Wanker meant to do.
Oh what’s a Cockney Wanker meant to do.
The bears have sharpened claws and getting tetchy
They’ve heard the same pish, time and time again
They have spent all of their gold on fucking halfwits
And the outcome, it is clearly just the same
There won’t be any league flag back in the Blue Room
They will have to wait at least another year
They will know as per, they’re going to win it next year
The problem with consuming too much beer.
Well it’s Crying time again
The league is over.
I can see that runners up look, in your eye ah ah ah ah eyes
I can tell, that you won’t be pushing Celtic
And the tears are welling up is no surprise
If that doesn’t win a Novello, questions need to be asked.
I’m available for Weddings and other events.
Check out this crying bluenose. Comedy gold.
The league is over.
I can see that runners up look, in your eye ah ah ah ah eyes
I can tell, that you won’t be pushing Celtic
And that tears are welling up is no surprise
Well you spent a lot of gold on 9 new signings
And your fever pitch response was off the charts
But those players aren’t quite as good as you had hoped for
And the Celtic put you right back on your arse.
Well it’s Crying time again
The league is over.
I can see that runners up look, in your eye ah ah ah ah eyes
I can tell, that you won’t be pushing Celtic
And the tears are welling up is no surprise.
So a Cockney stands alone, he’s got excuses
As he tries to justify a team without a clue oo oo oo oo oo
His jacket, hanging on a shaky nail now
Oh what’s a Cockney Wanker meant to do.
Oh what’s a Cockney Wanker meant to do.
The bears have sharpened claws and getting tetchy
They’ve heard the same pish, time and time again
They have spent all of their gold on fucking halfwits
And the outcome, it is clearly just the same
There won’t be any league flag back in the Blue Room
They will have to wait at least another year
They will know as per, they’re going to win it next year
The problem with consuming too much beer.
Well it’s Crying time again
The league is over.
I can see that runners up look, in your eye ah ah ah ah eyes
I can tell, that you won’t be pushing Celtic
And the tears are welling up is no surprise
If that doesn’t win a Novello, questions need to be asked.
I’m available for Weddings and other events.
Check out this crying bluenose. Comedy gold.
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