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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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written byedenbray  14.04.2012