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Good King Powell

Good King Powell first looked out
Knew his best elevens
When there was no money about
Found that he’d lost Stephens
Brightly played Solly that night
Tho’ the loss was cruel
When Steve Lomas came in sight
He’d left to play for Millwall-all

Hither, Green, (sorry) and stand by me
If thou know’st it telling
You’re off to MK Dons
Cos we’re a club’s that selling
Sire, he goes a good league hence
‘Twas us who won it by a mile
He’ll get on the right wing
On a cold night in Carlisle-isle

Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me new players hither
Strikers are a must now
No longer shalt thou dither
Get me RVP
And that bright lad Rooney
Back they came from East London
With Lisbie and Moo-ooney

Sire, the night is darker now
Cousins has departed
Rhoys has gone to Palace
I feel the rot has started
Mark my footsteps, toughen up
We will march on proud
We’ve just signed a free scoring lad
Called Izale McLeod-eod

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