Kinky by name
Well-Known Member
Never get sung but that doesn't matter
Lily Allen, The Fear... be kind!
You used to be rich... and you had lots of money,
You were so fuckin' clever... and that's what's so funny,
You played 4-4-2 but not in a diamond,
You wanted a player, you just fuckin' signed them.
But we'll take your crown now and we will be shameless,
'Cos everyone knows that you're no longer famous,
Just look at the Sun and look in the Mirror,
'Cos City are back, yeah, we're onto a winner...
Chorus
We all know you're not the real deal, any more.
We all know you'll just fuckin' squeal, like a whore.
When do you think it will all become clear...
You've been taken over by the fear?
We're on a roll now and we're all blue brothers,
While Fergie and Glazer can go fuck each other,
But that doesn’t matter cause you're fucking plastic...
And that’s what makes City so fucking fantastic!
You're all the products of global consumption,
From riches to rags, that's how it's going to function,
I’ll look at the Sun and I’ll look in the Mirror.
'Cos we are the saints now and you are the sinners.
Chorus
We all know you're not the real deal, any more.
We all know you'll just fuckin' squeal, like a whore.
When do you think it will all become clear...
You've been taken over by the fear?
Forget about cups and forget your ambition,
'Cos we're killing it all now, we're Blues on a mission,
Roberto the don will have Taggart for dinner...
'Cos Fergie is fucked and Mancini's a winner.
Lily Allen, The Fear... be kind!
You used to be rich... and you had lots of money,
You were so fuckin' clever... and that's what's so funny,
You played 4-4-2 but not in a diamond,
You wanted a player, you just fuckin' signed them.
But we'll take your crown now and we will be shameless,
'Cos everyone knows that you're no longer famous,
Just look at the Sun and look in the Mirror,
'Cos City are back, yeah, we're onto a winner...
Chorus
We all know you're not the real deal, any more.
We all know you'll just fuckin' squeal, like a whore.
When do you think it will all become clear...
You've been taken over by the fear?
We're on a roll now and we're all blue brothers,
While Fergie and Glazer can go fuck each other,
But that doesn’t matter cause you're fucking plastic...
And that’s what makes City so fucking fantastic!
You're all the products of global consumption,
From riches to rags, that's how it's going to function,
I’ll look at the Sun and I’ll look in the Mirror.
'Cos we are the saints now and you are the sinners.
Chorus
We all know you're not the real deal, any more.
We all know you'll just fuckin' squeal, like a whore.
When do you think it will all become clear...
You've been taken over by the fear?
Forget about cups and forget your ambition,
'Cos we're killing it all now, we're Blues on a mission,
Roberto the don will have Taggart for dinner...
'Cos Fergie is fucked and Mancini's a winner.