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Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

And as I climb into an empty bed

Oh well, enough said

I know it''s over still I cling

I don''t know where else I can go, mother

Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

See, the sea wants to take me

The knife wants to slit me

Do you think you can help me?

And I know it''s over

Still I cling

I don''t know where else I can go

It''s over, it''s over, it''s over

Although the pies at Rotherham are nice.......

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I was minding my business
Lifting some tin off
The roof of the old River End
It was worthwhile living a laughable life
To set my eyes on the blistering sight
Of McNally in a tutu
He''s not strange
He just wants to live his life this way
A sharply dressed man
With a seven year plan
And a twitter page full of abuse
As the board collect the money in their stocks and shares
Who comes sliding down the Barclay stairs?
It''s McNally in a tutu
He''s not strange
He just wants to live his life this way
In the fabric of a tutu
Alex Neil could get used to
And I am the living sign
And I''m a living sign
I am a living sign
I''m a living sign....

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Panic on the streets of Norwich,Panic on the streets of Sherringham,I wonder to myself,Could life ever be sane again,The Lenwade side streets that you slip down,I wonder to myself,Hopes may rise on the Larkman,But honey pie you''re not safe here,So you run down,To the safety of the town,But theres panic on the streets of Coltishall,Catfield, Ludham, Heathersett.I wonder to myself.Burn down the Carrow,Hang the blessed DMBecause the players they constantly play,They say nothing to me about my life,Hang McNally, Hang Mcnally, Hang Mcnally....

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I''m only happy when it rains 
I''m only happy when we''re relegated
And though supporters can''t appreciate it 
I''m only happy when it rains 
You know I love it when the news is bad 
We''re getting beaten and I''m feeling glad
I''m only happy when it rains 
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me 
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me 
I''m only streaming when it rains 
I only post when things are going wrong 
I only hear the "sack the board"-type songs 
I''m only happy when it rains 
I only smile at Griffin Park
My only comfort is we signed Ron Black
I didn''t accidentally tell you that 
I''m only happy when it rains 
You''ll get the message by the time I''m through 
When I start whingy thread eighty-two
I''m only happy when it rains 
Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down) 
Pour your misery down on me (Pour your misery down) 
Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down) 
Pour your misery down on me (Pour your misery down) 
Pour your misery down (Pour your misery down) 
Pour your misery down on me (Pour your misery down) 
Pour your misery down 

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Posted in the sad realisation that this one is much sh****r than the efforts by other posters (top work gents)

If you''re wondering why

All the Saudi oil riches elude you

And Robbie Savage is rude and cruel to you

I''ll tell you why

I''ll tell you why

I''ll tell you why

I''ll tell you why

You just haven''t earned it yet, baby

You just haven''t earned it, son

You just haven''t earned it yet, baby

You must suffer and cry for a longer time

You just haven''t earned it yet, baby

And I''m telling you now...

If you''re wondering why

When all I wanted from life was to be famous

I should have tried for Shane Long, it''s all gone wrong

I''ll tell you why

I''ll tell you why

I''ll tell you why

I''ll tell you why

But you wouldn''t believe me

You just haven''t earned it yet, baby

You just haven''t earned it, son

You just haven''t earned it yet, baby

You must suffer and cry for a longer time

You just haven''t earned it yet, Baby

And I''m telling you now...

I''ll tell you why

I''ll tell you why

Today I am remembering the time

When they pulled me back

And held me down and

said Costa''s not offside because

You just haven''t earned it yet, baby

You just haven''t earned it, my son

You just haven''t earned it yet, baby

You must stay on your own for slightly longer

You just haven''t earned it yet baby

And I''m telling you now...

You just haven''t earned it yet, baby

Oh...

You just haven''t earned it yet, baby

Oh...

Oh

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Good times for a change

The managers we''ve had, have made good players bad

So please, please, please, McNally, McNally, McNally

Get something right, this time

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I was happy in the haze of those play-off days
But heaven knows I''m miserable now
We demanded to go up, and we went back up,
And heaven knows I''m miserable now
In my life
Why do I waste valuable time
On streaming games with players who don''t 
care if we die?
Both Bournemouth and Stoke pass us by
And heaven knows I''m miserable now
We demanded to go up, and we went back up,
And heaven knows I''m miserable now
In my life
Why do I spend valuable time
Installing pop-up blockers so I 
can whinge and cry?
What they asked of me at the end of the day
A plastic fan would have blushed;
"You need to get down to Carrow Road" they said
And I, naturally, fled
In my life
Why do I smile
When our players can''t even be 
bothered to try?
etc etc etc.

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