Thought I'd do one to the tune of the Irish Rover......
Now the Sheikh and Khaldoon almost every bluemoon
They would like to go out on the piss
They'd drink Joey Holts in the tap-rooms and vaults
Of Manchester's hostel-eries
They'd drink and they'd drink to Colin the King
And when the night was almost o-over
They set off to Spain with a crate of Champagne
In the back of the Sheikh's Range Rover
Now the chauffeur he knew of a top Spanish brew
That they served down in Malaga neat
There was Javi Garcia off his head on sangria
With the eagle from Sesame Street
The Sheikh bought a round for less than a pound
And he said it's time I told ya
You will come back with me to manage City
So get in my pimped Range Rover
So on the way back they drank wine by the rack
And they guzzled a barrel of ale
They sang to the fan of the invisible man
The eagle felt he couldn't fail
He won the Carling Cup he won the Premier League
And now that the season is o-over
We're all on the piss as they're sure to reminisce
On the lash in the Sheikh's Range Rover!
