Oh Mr Black.

[leefer]

Why did you make us think,
That we were on the up,
Top goal scorers by far,
And good run in League Cup.

Oh Mr Black...

All that money of yours,
Why not stay and be great,
Just one more season,
Isn't to long to wait.

Oh Mr Black...

Why at mid season,
When our hopes were so strong,
Can all of us Town fans,
Be so terribly wrong.

Oh Mr Black..

We thought you were the one,
To make our town great,
We will be great one day,
Though we may have to wait.

Oh Mr Black....

Please sell us quicklly,
And get back your bucks,
Under Paolo and promotion,
We wont give two fucks.

Oh Mr Black...

We were one of the favourites,
And you like a punt,
To do this to us,
Makes you a right Lunt.

Oh Mr Black....

Goodbye and good wishes,
For you just a game,
In a few months from now,
We wont remember your name

Oh Mr Black.....we are red, we are white.

[Ardiles]

...damn it, damn it!  Need a word that rhymes with 'bucks'.  Damn it...

 

[leefer]

...damn it, damn it!  Need a word that rhymes with 'bucks'.  Damn it...

 

It was easier than money

[Dostoyevsky]

Oh Mr Betfair
Teams like us are very rare
We are showing to Oxford our arse very bare
For all the talk of m'bargo, we don't care

Not a crease or fuffle it will tear
For administration is what we've learnt to bear
Stay away from my cheap cider
Or we'll escalate this to something harder

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Dostoyevsky, that was shite, stay off the sherberts

[kerry red]

There was a young man from Nantucket . . . .