Yoonited
The Times They are a Changing
Little humility in South London today,
Sour, and salty it seems.
But ask yourselves chaps,
Do you think Mr Woy,
Is able to match Wilder's dreams ?
With players who fall
As if shot by a bullet,
Wilfreds deluded,he thinks he's Ruud Gullet,
But he's just a plonker,
That needs to go pull it,
One dimensional,
Just like his team.
"Your" Premier League,
Self entitlement claims ?
Aren't shaping up right,
After twenty odd games,
But don't be naive,
And lay all the blame,
At our newly promoted door.
We have earned our position,
Apparently with clogs,
From 1 to 11,
We're all dirty dogs.
But from where I observe
You are barking.
And whether that be mad,
Or up the wrong tree,
Come the end of the season,
We know where we'll be,
While you must be left wondering ,
Where next ?
The Premier League is not yours to own,
No daft Northern Monkeys,
Will throw you a bone,
We'll fight to the end,
As we've so often shown,
So if I were you i'd slip off quietly.
You're not glad all over,
But we are today,
We earn all our luck on the pitch,
Have a look at yourselves first and foremost
You dipsticks,
Stop behaving like Donald Trump's bitch.
Sour, and salty it seems.
But ask yourselves chaps,
Do you think Mr Woy,
Is able to match Wilder's dreams ?
With players who fall
As if shot by a bullet,
Wilfreds deluded,he thinks he's Ruud Gullet,
But he's just a plonker,
That needs to go pull it,
One dimensional,
Just like his team.
"Your" Premier League,
Self entitlement claims ?
Aren't shaping up right,
After twenty odd games,
But don't be naive,
And lay all the blame,
At our newly promoted door.
We have earned our position,
Apparently with clogs,
From 1 to 11,
We're all dirty dogs.
But from where I observe
You are barking.
And whether that be mad,
Or up the wrong tree,
Come the end of the season,
We know where we'll be,
While you must be left wondering ,
Where next ?
The Premier League is not yours to own,
No daft Northern Monkeys,
Will throw you a bone,
We'll fight to the end,
As we've so often shown,
So if I were you i'd slip off quietly.
You're not glad all over,
But we are today,
We earn all our luck on the pitch,
Have a look at yourselves first and foremost
You dipsticks,
Stop behaving like Donald Trump's bitch.
