A little ditty for our Supreme Leader Ken Bates, heavily borrowed from a song which was published in Leeds fanzine The Square Ball about Bill Fotherby back in 1993-94. Enjoy... 1. This old man He sold one He sold our captain Howson Nick nack, stupid prat Get some players on loan Sell any more, you'll be on your own! ____________________________________________________________ 2. This old get He sold two Can't believe the things he'll do Nick nack, silly prat Get some players on loan Sell any more, you'll be on your own! ____________________________________________________________ 3. This old git He sold three He sold our best player Maxi Nick nack, silly twat Buy the Chairman's home Sell any more, and you'll walk alone! ____________________________________________________________ 4. This old get He sold four How many more will be shown the door? Nick nack, what a prat How his head has grown Sell any more, all the dosh is blown! ____________________________________________________________ 5. This old git He sold five Amazing that he's still alive Nick nack, what a twat Listen to the groan Sell any more, you'll be on your own! ____________________________________________________________ 6. This old git He sold six Keeping up his evil tricks Nick nack, what a prat Get some players on loan Put all the juniors in Bates' home! ____________________________________________________________ 7. This old twat He sold seven Other clubs must think it's heaven Nick nack, load of crap Get some players on loan Pity Bates isn't accident-prone! ____________________________________________________________ 8. This old get He sold eight Norwich City said "cheers, thanks mate" Nick nack, he's so crap Always on the phone Getting the next batch of **** on loan. ____________________________________________________________ 9. This old get He sold nine Obviously thinks he's doing fine Nick nack, load of crap Put him in a home Tie him up, don't let him go! ____________________________________________________________ 10. This old man He sold ten What's the bet it'll happen again? Nick nack, our Board's crap All we do is moan As our hard-earned cash is blown!
