Well you opened with a nice little ditty,
I'll keep it going , we're a little bit sh1tty,
A gaping hole left in our midfield ,
You think would be priority to be filled,
Instead millions spent on a couple of crocs,
No time on the pitch just time with the docs,
Wingers a plenty but a lack of thrust,
So many in the squad screams sh1t or bust,
A lack of firepower scoring goals,
A team as quiet as one playing lawn bowls,
A keeper that flaps,
Like a cowboys chaps,
A centre of defence
As rickety as an old fence,
A manager, the gaffer , the Spanish fella,
Who hates the scummers and drinks Estrella,
Seems to be struggling and needs a hand
Maybe one like our new three piece band
Trying to create atmosphere in the stands
Perhaps the answer to our malcontent
Is to get p1ssed up in a plastic tent
Before joining the snaking entry queue
And having some tosspot pat you black and blue
Only to enter the DC cauldron of ramped up noise
To DJ whats-it on the discs and a ten minute early ' make some noise for the boys'
Ah, the Americans have arrived and times are changing,
Glitz and glamour and some fresh new painting
A hand dryer that works,
We're getting all the perks
It's costing more through lots of price rises
But the half time draw still has sh1t prizes
It's been a sh1t start but what the fcuk
If we go down according to BF it'll just be bad luck