23-10-2017, 19:12
(This post was last modified: 23-10-2017, 19:13 by Salopbaggie.)
For us oldies to the tune of Everytime We Say Goodbye - Ella Fitzgerald
Everytime you say we're fine, I die a little,
You say we played well, I wonder why a little,
Why the fans around you, who must be in the know.
Think so little of you, they want you to go.
When you're near, there's such an hoof about it,
I can hear the other fans, begin to sing about it,
We always were finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Its time we say goodbye.
Every game, there is no passion about it,
Its all defence, there is no flair about it,
There's no song finer, than Pullis is off, in his Morris Minor,
It's time we say goodbye
Everytime you say we're fine, I die a little,
You say we played well, I wonder why a little,
Why the fans around you, who must be in the know.
Think so little of you, they want you to go.
When you're near, there's such an hoof about it,
I can hear the other fans, begin to sing about it,
We always were finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Its time we say goodbye.
Every game, there is no passion about it,
Its all defence, there is no flair about it,
There's no song finer, than Pullis is off, in his Morris Minor,
It's time we say goodbye