[Intro]
[Verse]
The stock that laughs a fan-base needs
To harmonise the grist and mill
And fashion boys to men that lead
Through mud and b***d and bitter pill
[Chorus]
The First ignored them season long
The Second looked down their noses
But winning rare was their love-song
Each two-yard goal their sweet roses
[Verse]
The good ship Scruffwood vouched the press
By unfit swabs to gunnels yield
In coarse and mud-stoned cloth to dress
The school-blue bastards for the field
[Chorus]
The First ignored them season long
The Second looked down their noses
But winning rare was their love-song
Each two-yard goal their sweet roses
[Break]
[Verse]
No motley crew with hearts of gold
No talent flames by bushel hid
All mismatched misfits quickly sold
The dustbin squad without a lid
[Chorus]
The First ignored them season long
The Second looked down their noses
But winning rare was their love-song
Each two-yard goal their sweet roses
[Verse]
On angled shell-holed pitches bare
The Third sought spurs in every match
To touch the ball its only care
And pray its keeper took a catch
[Chorus]
The First ignored them season long
The Second looked down their noses
But winning rare was their love-song
Each two-yard goal their sweet roses
[Break]
[Verse]
The final score made dartboards blink
Each set-back cause for rotation
As whipping boys they held their drink
Just to partake - their elation
[Chorus]
The First ignored them season long
The Second looked down their noses
But winning rare was their love-song
Each two-yard goal their sweet roses
[Chorus]
The First ignored them season long
The Second looked down their noses
But winning rare was their love-song
Each two-yard goal their sweet roses
[Chorus]
The First ignored them season long
The Second looked down their noses
But winning rare was their love-song
Each two-yard goal their sweet roses
[Outro]