GreasyChipBeattie
Well-Known Member
It was our first time back,
in the 'Big League’
A pundit said to me, won’t see another one.
And so we sang our songs,
To old familiar tunes,
Although it was away,
The mighty Blades drew.
Thought ‘We’re the lucky ones’
When we were in league one
I had a feeling, that year we might pull through,
A happy Chrissy came, he loves us, maybe
He could see a better time when all our dreams come true.
We had Sharp, big old Clarke and the crap one’s we’d sold
Duff cut right through them, ‘twas a sight to behold,
When I first saw us win against Wilder’s old team,
I knew that the 'Big League' was waiting for me.
We were handsome and pretty
The best in the city
Each time we were playing, we had 3 points more
The beer we were swigging,
All the songs we were singing,
We scored from a corner and all sang some more
The boys in the team we all admired,
We loved to see them play,
And the Blades were singing loud on promotion Day.
We are glum, we are sunk, our hopes have now shrunk
As the pundits have said, our season’s now dead
We’re useless, we’re knackered, we’re now going backward
The point down at Brighton was prob’ly our last.
The boys in the team are really dire,
It's stinking how we play,
And the Blades are down and out by Christmas Day.
We could’ve beat someone, but lose to everyone
They took my team from me, and now our points are few
I kept believing that, we might just win at home,
Can’t even score a goal,
We’ve built a team of right poo.
The boys in the team are really dire,
It's stinking how we play,
And the Blades are down and out by Christmas day.
in the 'Big League’
A pundit said to me, won’t see another one.
And so we sang our songs,
To old familiar tunes,
Although it was away,
The mighty Blades drew.
Thought ‘We’re the lucky ones’
When we were in league one
I had a feeling, that year we might pull through,
A happy Chrissy came, he loves us, maybe
He could see a better time when all our dreams come true.
We had Sharp, big old Clarke and the crap one’s we’d sold
Duff cut right through them, ‘twas a sight to behold,
When I first saw us win against Wilder’s old team,
I knew that the 'Big League' was waiting for me.
We were handsome and pretty
The best in the city
Each time we were playing, we had 3 points more
The beer we were swigging,
All the songs we were singing,
We scored from a corner and all sang some more
The boys in the team we all admired,
We loved to see them play,
And the Blades were singing loud on promotion Day.
We are glum, we are sunk, our hopes have now shrunk
As the pundits have said, our season’s now dead
We’re useless, we’re knackered, we’re now going backward
The point down at Brighton was prob’ly our last.
The boys in the team are really dire,
It's stinking how we play,
And the Blades are down and out by Christmas Day.
We could’ve beat someone, but lose to everyone
They took my team from me, and now our points are few
I kept believing that, we might just win at home,
Can’t even score a goal,
We’ve built a team of right poo.
The boys in the team are really dire,
It's stinking how we play,
And the Blades are down and out by Christmas day.
