King Clarke was in his counting house counting all his money,
Fat Harrop's in the canteen filling up his tummy,
The manager's on the training ground blasting out his views,
The local paper's USELESS, it won't give us the news,
The players try & look the part but they can only pose,
Supporting this effing football club is like getting a smack on the nose.
Sing to the tune of sing a song of sixpence & enjoy yourselves.
