(To the tune of Mother, Pink Floyd) This is what I'm pretty sure Steve Bruce and Niall Quinn's conversation was after Saturday's game... Niall Quinn, do you think I'll get the sack? Niall Quinn, do you think I should change tack? Niall Quinn, do you think they'll try to break my balls? Ooooooh, ah, Niall Quinn should I leave football? Niall Quinn, is my face a huge dartboard? Niall Quinn, should I shag Ellis Short? Niall Quinn, will they put me in the firin' line? Ooooh, ah, it this club a waste of time? Hush now Brucey, Brucey, don't you cry, Niall Quinn's gonna sign Welbeck for you Ellis is gonna put all of his money into you, Niall Quinn's gonna keep you right here under his wing, He won't let you manage, but he might let you sing. Niall Quinn will keep Brucey cosy and warm. Ooooh, Brucey, Oooooh, Brucey, Oooh Brucey, of course you should leave football (solo) Niall Quinn, do you think Lee's good enough, for me? Niall Quinn, do you think he'll shank me if, he's not in the team? Niall Quinn, will he tear my broken face apart? Ooooooh, ah, will Hendo break my heart? Hush now Brucey, Brucey, don't you cry, Niall Quinn's gonna check out your players for you, Niall Quinn won't let anyone dirty get through, Ellis will wait up, until I get in, Ellis will want to know where all his cash has been, But Niall Quinn's gonna keep Brucey healthy and clean. Ooooh, Brucey. Ooooh, Brucey, Ooooh Brucey tou'll always be baby to me. Niall Quinn, did you need to be so high?
