A fella, Harris was his name With Millwall-blue blood in his veins, Has long since stopped playing the game And now has just Manager pains, They called him ´Bomber´ in his prime For he could score plenty of goals, And knowing when it´s air raid time Is high up in managers´ roles, Today, with a target in view They used their ammunition well, Four hits on the opposing crew Was more than enough at the bell, For Farke and his possession-happy team Had nothing to show, once again, For all their pretty footballing cream Few worthwhile efforts were the gain.
