Still the doom and gloom merchants from the far outposts of the planet no hope are high jacking a football club near you.Fix your opaque grey specs firmly to your nose before reading below or you will be in danger of finding a little ray of sunshine,so played with my words instead of my bb.
Big Jase will take us up the league hurrah hurrah
He'll take us up cause he's a star hurrah hurrah
He'll win the cup and all go to sup in the bar in the bar
We'll stick two fingers up to the moaning cnuts from the car from the car
To the gloomy prick that makes us sick say ta ta
Jase don't give a toss he 's already the boss sing tral lah tral lah
He ain't giving way to you knobheads OK
A little ditty for you bar stewards award winners