I’d like to channel my inner Gloria Gaynor for you, Rom...
At first I was afraid, I was petrified,
At the thought of you playing football in my side,
Then you cost 75 and I thought I must be wrong,
But now we’ve got Chong,
And I was right all along
And so you tweet,
Stats on pace,
Where’s the one on first touch? Your’s end up in outer space
We should have let you sign for Chelsea, not made you number 9
From Van Persie down to you, just sums up our decline
Go on now go,
Walk out the door,
Not sure you’ll fit through,
Might have to knock down the wall,
Aren’t you the one being a bell with your good bye?
Another helping of apple crumble?!
After seconds of steak pie?!
Oh, ho ho, we will survive
We’ve lost better players, like Djemba Djemba in 05
We can now play one touch, our attackers will all thrive
We will survive, hey hey
You’re meant to have this strength but then you hit the ground,
And hold your thumb up to your teammates as you turnaround,
I’ve spent so many games feeling sorry for the team,
It is bleak,
To witness your technique,
We don’t need, somebody new,
We’ve got Mason Greenwood and his youthful crew,
That’s why we dropped you to bench, in case that you weren’t sure,
Because you’re not half as good, as some kids from Wythenshawe,
Go on now go,
Walk out the door,
Not sure you’ll fit through,
Might have to knock down the wall,
You spat out your dummy, put on a face that was so glum,
But we’re all here to tell you,
Where you can stick that thumb
Oh, ho ho, we will survive
We’ve lost better players, like Djemba Djemba in 05
We can now play one touch, our attackers will all thrive
We will survive, hey hey