Arrest these Belgian Gentlemen for causing such dismay. Lock them into London Tower and throw the keys away. Life in jail for treating our club as a rich man's toy, This would give me great comfort and joy, Comfort and joy; This would bring me great comfort and joy. Only got one verse.
From Douche our Belgian owner A cursed Katrien came, And unto certain Charlton fans Brought tidings of the same, How that in SE7 was born An era of great shame. O tidings... The Addicks at those tidings Were tortured much in mind And left their bovril steaming From down the Sidcup line, And went to SE7 straightway This cursed babe to find. O tidings... But when to SE7 they came Wherat this liar lay, They found her in the Peacock Suite Where Addicks shout at Fraeye, The captain Jackson kneeling For signings he did pray. O tidings... Now to Roland shout insults All you in Addicks Place And with no love and brotherhood Our owner now replace This sacred club of Charlton Has truly been defaced. O tidings...
EpsomAddick has reproduced this verbatim on CL. If you are not related, Cap'n, you should demand royalties.
