Oh, Nicky boy, the fans, the fans are calling
From the Brit to the Den, and down all the Premier sides
The summer's gone, and all the signings are flopping
'Tis you, 'tis you must post and we must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the window
Or when the Britt is hushed and Red with empty seats
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in the Boothen
Oh, Nicky boy, oh, Nicky boy, we miss you so.
And if you come, and all the signings are still flopping
If I am dead, as dead I well may feel
I pray you'll find the place where I am crying
And kneel and say "I told you so".
And I shall hear, though soft and ironic thread on NOT606
And all my heart will warm and better be
And then you'll stand tall and bellow "TP Out"
And I shall laugh in stiches until you calm down.
or I'll simply sleep in peace until you oust TP.
or And I shall stir in unrest until you riot again.
or Oh, Nicky boy, oh, Nicky boy, we miss you so.[SUP][6][/SUP]
From the Brit to the Den, and down all the Premier sides
The summer's gone, and all the signings are flopping
'Tis you, 'tis you must post and we must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the window
Or when the Britt is hushed and Red with empty seats
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in the Boothen
Oh, Nicky boy, oh, Nicky boy, we miss you so.
And if you come, and all the signings are still flopping
If I am dead, as dead I well may feel
I pray you'll find the place where I am crying
And kneel and say "I told you so".
And I shall hear, though soft and ironic thread on NOT606
And all my heart will warm and better be
And then you'll stand tall and bellow "TP Out"
And I shall laugh in stiches until you calm down.
or I'll simply sleep in peace until you oust TP.
or And I shall stir in unrest until you riot again.
or Oh, Nicky boy, oh, Nicky boy, we miss you so.[SUP][6][/SUP]
Smither's

