There’s eager anticipation of a win today.
It’s a team in the bottom three we play.
We play our part with well-known chants.
Let’s just hope they don’t turn to rants.

They score with a deflection from a knee.
Okay lads, we can still get at least three.
It’s early in the game so there’s time to turn it round.
That shot hit the keeper on his head when goal bound.

Take him on, go past him. You’ve turned inside you fool.
When you’ve beaten him you should cross as a rule
They’re on the attack because you lost the ball.
Now they have a free kick. Quick form a wall.

You turned your backs and that shot get past you all.
We’re two down now. Call for the ball, call.
Keep fighting boys. We can still draw at least.
My God, they’ve scored again. It’s a goal feast!

Come of Ref, blow the whistle. Let’s end this despair.
Tackle him, stop him. They’ve got a man spare.
Not a fourth. This is just a ridiculous farse.
Everyone one of this team needs a kick up the arse.

A bottom three team and they’ve easily beaten us.
Sadly, all our players gave up without any fuss.
That win takes them out of the bottom three
And now we’re bottom. Oh whoopee!