TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE SPARTA
Twas the night before Sparta, and outside the ground
Not a game plan was brewing, no hope to be found
(1/15)
Twas the night before Sparta, and outside the ground
Not a game plan was brewing, no hope to be found
(1/15)
“What’s wrong wee man?” our elf wanted to know
“Will our leaky defence cost us 10-in-row?”
He looked him in the eye, put a hand to his head
“Rangers live here, although they are dead”
(5/15)
“Will our leaky defence cost us 10-in-row?”
He looked him in the eye, put a hand to his head
“Rangers live here, although they are dead”
(5/15)
“..............”
“Mate, you’ve hit the mute button”
“I said blame it on Griffiths”
“Oh hi there Chris Sutton”
(6/15)
“Mate, you’ve hit the mute button”
“I said blame it on Griffiths”
“Oh hi there Chris Sutton”
(6/15)
Then one of the boys became slightly vexed
“We’re trying to work and this prick’s sending texts”
(7/15)
“We’re trying to work and this prick’s sending texts”
(7/15)
A captain appeared but the night passed him by
“He’ll never be dropped but Neil won’t explain why”
(11/15)
“He’ll never be dropped but Neil won’t explain why”
(11/15)