A Groyne Strain In Westcliff
Guest
To the tune of The Streets' 'Dry Your Eyes'.
(Big Orchestral opening)
With one single injury your whole season can turn around,
Another poor result and loads of booing from the crowd,
Looking round Park Lane sadly, looking round the ground,
World feels like it's caving in, this Kingy is a clown,
The chairman keeps banging on about when we'll spend some cash,
But our only new arrival may be Fat Jeff's re-grown 'tache,
Dry your eyes Jeff,
I know it's hard to take but Canvey are not staying up,
There's plenty more teams in the league,
Dry your eyes Jeff,
I know you hate watching us Shrimpers laugh until it hurts,
But you've got to walk away now,
It's over,
So then we move our hands up from down by our sides,
It's cracking, their whole season is just crashing before their eyes,
Hurting our palms applauding Jeff King's many lies,
Look at the wobbling of his chins, two too many pies,
Cause I can't imagine why they said they'd be signing Fredy,
Then he did turn up, but with Southend and scored a goal or 3
---Chorus---
And the back four's just standing there, they can't stop them,
Conference has just gone,
They've got nothing,
Absolutely nothing.
Signing has been centre halves out of bare desperation,
Masking tape round Jeff's gob trying to stop what he's saying,
I'm not gonna f**king just f**king leave it now,
Cause they said top four or bust and that was their vow,
And now the Marsh Rats flounder, sh*tting it about going down,
Best thing we've seen for years, it's well out of town,
--Chorus--
I know in the past they say they've had big gates,
Telling things but not telling straight,
But the more wages they seem to pay,
The more they fall away,
--Chorus--
(Big Orchestral opening)
With one single injury your whole season can turn around,
Another poor result and loads of booing from the crowd,
Looking round Park Lane sadly, looking round the ground,
World feels like it's caving in, this Kingy is a clown,
The chairman keeps banging on about when we'll spend some cash,
But our only new arrival may be Fat Jeff's re-grown 'tache,
Dry your eyes Jeff,
I know it's hard to take but Canvey are not staying up,
There's plenty more teams in the league,
Dry your eyes Jeff,
I know you hate watching us Shrimpers laugh until it hurts,
But you've got to walk away now,
It's over,
So then we move our hands up from down by our sides,
It's cracking, their whole season is just crashing before their eyes,
Hurting our palms applauding Jeff King's many lies,
Look at the wobbling of his chins, two too many pies,
Cause I can't imagine why they said they'd be signing Fredy,
Then he did turn up, but with Southend and scored a goal or 3
---Chorus---
And the back four's just standing there, they can't stop them,
Conference has just gone,
They've got nothing,
Absolutely nothing.
Signing has been centre halves out of bare desperation,
Masking tape round Jeff's gob trying to stop what he's saying,
I'm not gonna f**king just f**king leave it now,
Cause they said top four or bust and that was their vow,
And now the Marsh Rats flounder, sh*tting it about going down,
Best thing we've seen for years, it's well out of town,
--Chorus--
I know in the past they say they've had big gates,
Telling things but not telling straight,
But the more wages they seem to pay,
The more they fall away,
--Chorus--
