With apologies to SqueezeI never thought it could happenWith me and the club from AstonBut the mess that I’ve got themWill never be forgottenI dealt out meagre rationsA team without passionsThey said you are lazyPerhaps I said I may beI got the job from RandyHe said I'd come in handyHe started me on SundayThe demos began on MondayI worked with Peter GrantEven though his record’s scantHe said he'd been a top starBut that didn’t really get us farI moved them to basementWith thoughts of relegationI stayed by the dugoutAs many poor games were slug outI spent my time just pissin'The good results were missin'But I had got us fucked upAnd all our time it took upNothing worked through the winterThe results poor and bitterI put away a tennerEach week to make Rangers betterAnd when the time was readyWe had to sell our AshleyAnd make do with the loaneeAnd little use he turned out to beSaturday at 4:50I legged it rather niftyDown the tunnel lookin’ palerAnd thirty minutes laterI gave birth to more excusesI blamed the supporters’ abusesI looked a proper ‘nanaAs if they needed anotherI should’ve been much bolderI felt the players’ cold shoulderThey left me when my trainingBecame proper drainingAnd failure may well take meFrom Villa Park to Carey StreetNo more nights by the dugoutBeing told to get the fuck outAfter hearing the fans’ bitchingI feel there's something missingI'd beg for some forgivenessMaybe football's not my businessBut I won't write the letterResignation wouldn’t be betterAnd so it's my assumptionVilla are really up the junction
Quote from: Rip Van Bentfletch on April 27, 2012, 01:03:14 PMWith apologies to SqueezeI never thought it could happenWith me and the club from AstonBut the mess that I’ve got themWill never be forgottenI dealt out meagre rationsA team without passionsThey said you are lazyPerhaps I said I may beI got the job from RandyHe said I'd come in handyHe started me on SundayThe demos began on MondayI worked with Peter GrantEven though his record’s scantHe said he'd been a top starBut that didn’t really get us farI moved them to basementWith thoughts of relegationI stayed by the dugoutAs many poor games were slug outI spent my time just pissin'The good results were missin'But I had got us fucked upAnd all our time it took upNothing worked through the winterThe results poor and bitterI put away a tennerEach week to make Rangers betterAnd when the time was readyWe had to sell our AshleyAnd make do with the loaneeAnd little use he turned out to beSaturday at 4:50I legged it rather niftyDown the tunnel lookin’ palerAnd thirty minutes laterI gave birth to more excusesI blamed the supporters’ abusesI looked a proper ‘nanaAs if they needed anotherI should’ve been much bolderI felt the players’ cold shoulderThey left me when my trainingBecame proper drainingAnd failure may well take meFrom Villa Park to Carey StreetNo more nights by the dugoutBeing told to get the fuck outAfter hearing the fans’ bitchingI feel there's something missingI'd beg for some forgivenessMaybe football's not my businessBut I won't write the letterResignation wouldn’t be betterAnd so it's my assumptionVilla are really up the junctionGod help us as soon as the AM fan club read this !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brilliant !!
Quote from: ZoggyAlways on April 27, 2012, 01:12:55 PMBrilliant !!Changed your tune have we ??
Warley Wonder, are you really from Warley?