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Same as before The football we play to be blunt Is to most West Ham fans an affront

Do you think Moyes is fit Managing our shower of shit? Hes got ginger hair He must manage with flair The senile sweaty old git Staying up this seasons a must Or else the club may go bust

Our club is a laughing stock Now managed by a sweaty Jock Staying up this season will be a major shock We are shit We are shit We are shit

Into Dave Gold's shop he did go To buy the wife a new dildo He hasn't had it up Since we won the cup 'Cause of trouble he had down below Do you think Moyes is fit Managing our shower of shit?

"The Davids were having a row About who they could blame from now, ""It's the players"" said Gold. ""They are too fucking old,"" He said wiping sweat off his brow.` Into Dave Gold's shop he did go To buy the wife a new dildo"

There was a young lady called Ash Who cut herself shaving her gash That sex dwarf Sullivan Was gonna give it one But seeing blood made a quick dash The Davids were having a row About who they could blame from now

There once was a pervert called Rob Who gave his pitbull a blow job Now his face is transformed All bloodied and deformed It'll teach him to bite a dog's knob There was a young lady called Ash Who cut herself shaving her gash

"Sometimes you just cannot get The manager you want or expect, But this fucking jock, Makes us a laughing stock, To supporters it's plain disrespect.. There once was a pervert called Rob Who gave his pitbull a blow job"

Who else is Moyes bringing in? Will he scrape the bottom of the bin? Some say Stuart Pearce Who is angry and fierce Though players can calm him with gin. Sometimes you just cannot get The manager you want or expect

The pornographers and Karen Brady Decided to do something shady. Dressed as a tart With legs wide apart A baroness but not quite a lady Who else is Moyes bringing in? Will he scrape the bottom of the bin?

"Its just like it happened before Just looking for a nil nil draw, He'll stink out the joint, Respecting the point We'll revert to the fat Sam style bore. The pornographers and Karen Brady Decided to do something shady."

"I'm feeling worn down, tired and sore Not enjoying it any more They're hiring Moyes The man who destroys With ideas dating pre war Its just like it happened before Just looking for a nil nil draw"

"If there was a table for fans who could moan We'd be top as we're all up for a groan The Davids think it's fine Thinking moan's a sex-whine They must be in a world of their own I'm feeling worn down, tired and sore Not enjoying it any more"

"If there was a table for fans who could moan We'd be top as we're all up for a groan The Davids think it's fine Thinking moan's a sex-whine They must be in a world of their own I'm feeling worn down, tired and sore Not enjoying it any more"

You'll be hearing a fair bit of noise If these cunts bring in David Moyes. I'll stamp scream and rage As I rattle my cage And launch from it all of my toys! If there was a table for fans who could moan We'd be top as we're all up for a groan

"Yesterday while predicting the score I bet there would be five goals or more, It made me quite miffed every goal was a gift, Our club is rotten to the core. You'll be hearing a fair bit of noise If these cunts bring in David Moyes."

"There is nothing that I find more grating, Than the sound of scouse cunts celebrating. but on the plus side it dont happen much Coz since Dagleish theyve lost their touch And for silverware they just keep on waiting Yesterday while predicting the score I bet there would be five goals or more"

"A gutless display, without doubt Yet another home game, a rout, It makes me want to cry My blood pressure is high And it doesn't do much for my gout. There is nothing that I find more grating, Than the sound of scouse cunts celebrating."

"In Bilic we did once but trust But now a new managers' a must There making some noise About fucking Moyes God help us, the club will go bust A gutless display, without doubt Yet another home game, a rout"

"Free gifts for all teams at West Ham, And our ""stars"" just don't give a damn The earn a large sum Then sit in the sun Whilst the club just goes down the pan In Bilic we did once but trust But now a new managers' a must"

"The piss throwing bubble it's said Has run away to the Med But now, let's be blunt, This despicable cսnt, Needs a fucking good kick on his head. Free gifts for all teams at West Ham, And our ""stars"" just don't give a damn"

There once was a young man called mike Who was sniffing the seat of a bike. Lucky for him It smelled just of quim Not shit or urine and the like The piss throwing bubble it's said Has run away to the Med

"A vicar, a Rabbi and priest Once squabbled on who was the least The least what, I fear I did not overhear. But they talked about syphillis and yeast. There once was a young man called mike Who was sniffing the seat of a bike."

"A man walking in Oxford Street Got a lump of dog turd on his feet... So, it's off to the vet For the loose-bowelled pet And a diet of bran-flakes and wheat. A vicar, a Rabbi and priest Once squabbled on who was the least"

"In Norfolk as everyone knows They've got extra fingers and toes Thei sister's their mother, Their uncle's their brother, Inbreeding and it fucking shows. A man walking in Oxford Street Got a lump of dog turd on his feet"

It is said Rameses the second. With his daughters was rather fecund He thought it was best To avoid the incest But the smell of her crumpet beckoned In Norfolk as everyone knows They've got extra fingers and toes