I'd like to build the Mags a home And furnish it with love. Keegan's hair and Shearer's knees And Ashley mugging turtle doves I'd like to teach the Mags to wash So that they'd be clean I'd like to hold them my arms And not feel sickly I'd like to see the Mags for once All standing with a full set of teeth And hear them echo through the stands For Mike Ashley, the great thief (That's the song I hear) I'd like to teach the Mags to wash (Let the Mags wash today) So that they're clean I'd like to teach the Mags to wash So that they're clean I'd like to teach the mags to use Something called shower gel So they don't get abused When they go back to their championship hell.
