Losing over Christmas
Training ground rows
Yes we're losing over Christmas
Just end the season now
Yes we've got this feeling
We'll be falling like a stone
We got all those points cos were lucky
As we descend to the danger zone, because we're
This year’s flash in the pan
Played more games at home
So good at peaking early
Is our eternal moan
All the injuries are frightening
The money's all but gone
The busiest man is the doctor
Cockney agents on the dog and bone
As we get closer to the bottom of the table
We realise that this is all that we are able
And all we have are longer queues for our beers
Losing over Christmas
No sign of cheer
Yes we're losing over Christmas
A failure built on fear
Yes we're losing over Christmas
Just end the season here
