Originally Posted by
splott parker
We went through the managers like no-one could say
Despite a brief respite under Eddie May
Hibbitt and Osman even Phil Neal
We’d have been better off with Billy the Seal
Frank and Gould, the late Billy Ayre
Did the Kumars and Joan really care
Then it happened, was it a scam
The saviour was a shyster named Sam
Lennie came with money to spend
The ice creams were flowing, would the fun ever end
Gabbidon, Kav and Peter Thorne
Christ, we didn’t know that we were born
We were rolling in money, we had some clout
It’s the City though, of course it was soon up the spout
Sam said ‘Not Me’
It was your spending spree
Now you owe Langstone and HMRC
I s’pose fair play to Ridsdale, he fought and he fought
Every week was a ‘wind up’ in court
F*ck knows what happened to turn it around
A Cup Final at Wembley and a new frigging ground
Since then it’s been better than those dungeon times
The Algarve Cup won in sunnier climes
The red came and went, forcing some fans to flee
One a stalwart on here, our own TLG
Something’s afoot, though, we don’t know the reason
But he’s bit his own bullet and got a ticket for this season
Two goes at the Prem, gave us some hope
But we know our place, lower down we can cope
And so to this season, we surely can’t fail
How bloody could we with a fit Gareth Bale
That went well and it really grates
That he and his daft hair are off to the States
We’ve got loads of goalies but no-one up front
But we’re safe in the knowledge we’ve still got Dai Hunt
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