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Have you got the thrill of the Cup? …
the rosettes n’rattles …
streets strewn with monkey nuts
the smell of burnt onion hamburgers
stiff white buns and american mustard ..
had a’coupla jars or three in the White Fox
there not lettin’ ‘aways’ in today, thank God
especially as theyve brought fourteen coaches …
must have queued for 3 hours for my tickets on Sunday
left my bed at six to get here and cheer the boyz …
still reckon we can go all the way …
and that our name is already on the cup …
there’s a stale smell of sweat on the terrace beside me
and fourteen fellars got taken from the ground for roughin’ ..
but I juss want to watch the big game …
cos Robins scored in the first an we was jumpin
and if wee Harry had put the penalty away? …
someone heard United are trailing
thats one less we wont have to worry
Give me a carton ‘a chippy Im hungry
give me a bottle I’m feelin bit dry
now I am dancing, I’m laughing I’m singing
cos Maurice Jake he rose and finished
that No7 he’s licked the platter clean
the boys are through, they done the deed
they’re dancin’ on the pitch thats green!
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