Oh dear, I keep returning here
To see, if by any old means,
We've got ourselves out of first gear
But always the same morbid scenes
As an outsider gent looking in
No solution seems that plain to me,
But surely the time's running thin
For Wagner and his company
That said though, we've been here before
And finding that miracle cure,
Is something at which we're quite poor
So success is by no means sure
But sticking with how we are manned
And acting more in hope and prayer,
Is burying our head in the sand
And ignoring what we should repair
For before we know where we are
This season will be out of reach,
And for our local playmates, so far
It's been like a walk on the beach
While we're only finding quicksand
Each time we edge forward at all,
And any thoughts of that Premier League land
Seem now like a mightily long call.
To see, if by any old means,
We've got ourselves out of first gear
But always the same morbid scenes
As an outsider gent looking in
No solution seems that plain to me,
But surely the time's running thin
For Wagner and his company
That said though, we've been here before
And finding that miracle cure,
Is something at which we're quite poor
So success is by no means sure
But sticking with how we are manned
And acting more in hope and prayer,
Is burying our head in the sand
And ignoring what we should repair
For before we know where we are
This season will be out of reach,
And for our local playmates, so far
It's been like a walk on the beach
While we're only finding quicksand
Each time we edge forward at all,
And any thoughts of that Premier League land
Seem now like a mightily long call.
