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

Don't give Sam more money to spend It's wasted on this northern bellend D & S are forlorn All their millions from porn It'll all end in tears in the end. Daniel Levy's a bit of a tit They say he's quite a slimy git

The move to Stratford's a mystery Uptown Park will soon be history The skulduggery expands With Levy wringing his hands With his knuckles all red and blistery Don't give Sam more money to spend It's wasted on this northern bellend

"Alex Song watched the game and said ""Cor, What have I let myself in for?"" On the the blower to Rigabert He said you still got a shirt Cos Sam wants to charge me a score The move to Stratford's a mystery Uptown Park will soon be history"

"As a guest on celebrity chef I succumbed to the old Crystal Meth As I got home that night, Twas a terrible fright, Cos I got into bed with Aunt Beth Alex Song watched the game and said ""Cor, What have I let myself in for?"""

"You walk down the wharf and are liked, But I think that their drinks were all spiked, But fortunately It wont effect me Cos I left the jam jar and I biked. Alex Song watched the game and said ""Cor, What have I let myself in for?"""

"You walk down the wharf and are liked, But I think that their drinks were all spiked, Woke up with a Sailor With a ring like a quaver Rhohypnol is deffo not hyped As a guest on celebrity chef I succumbed to the old Crystal Meth"

"You're useless, you're northern, you're fat Hanging on for a pay off you twat Now it's time to fuck off, Get your nose out the trough, So the ship won't go down with its rat. You walk down the wharf and are liked, But I think that their drinks were all spiked,"

"Next match I'm off fishing for chub, I am sick of this second rate club With the team that he picks All second rate pricks As a manager, not WORTH a rub You're useless, you're northern, you're fat Hanging on for a pay off you twat"

"Next match I'm off fishing for chub, I am sick of this second rate club With the team that he picks All second rate pricks As a manager, not with a rub You're useless, you're northern, you're fat Hanging on for a pay off you twat"

"Dont worry HMJ as Frankie Howerd would say: ""You're the only one who couldn't"". Oh Fat Sam would you please go away As I don't like the way that we play. But we all can despair Because keeping him there Is the blokes at the turnstiles who pay. Next match I'm off fishing for chub, I am sick of this second rate club"

The football we play to be blunt Is to most West Ham fans an affront Can't think of a word To describe the fat turd That rhymes with blunt or affront Oh Fat Sam would you please go away As I don't like the way that we play