A crap poem about ‘Arry Redknapp and the Transfer window…I hope you enjoy it.
Stick a Parker in me pocket, I’ll fetch the contract from the van.
Cos if you want the best ‘uns, but you don’t ask questions,
then Levy, I’m your man. ‘Cos my deadline transfers all come from mystery,
It’s like the changin’ form of Gomez, and the strides of Crouchie.
But Mody’s the one that’s drivin’ me beserk, cos he doesn’t like the way that ‘arry works?
La-la-la. La-lala-la. La-la-la. La-lala-la.
To the tune of Only Fools and Horses – obviously!
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