Motherwell FC's version of Dry your Eyes
In only two minutes your whole season turned 'round,
one goal from skip and you fled from the ground,
tails between your legs and your heads bowed down,
Skippy’s second flies in the net – no tims to be found.
Please don’t be confused, we did it for us, not them,
we’d have FILTERED over Rangers or shafted Hearts all the same,
you can question our motives, you may even call us names,
but you lost your bottle, you threw away an “easy� game.
I watched you all crying, but I couldn’t help but laugh,
all of those tears must have saved you your annual bath.
For eighty-nine minutes the title was in your hands,
But now your scarves are at your feet.
Dry your eyes mate,
I know it’s hard to take, the dossers never gave up,
At least Skippy never scored three.
Dry your eyes mate,
I know it’s all our fault because we never lay down,
but you’ve got to face the truth now,
you FILTERED up.
Seven first team players out, we had a makeshift side,
We knew we were in for one hell of a rocky ride,
The season was over, we were playing for purely pride,
Some dossers were hoping to keep it to less than five.
For you it was purely a case of just turning up,
Couldn’t even imagine the men in hoops FILTERED up,
Celtic v Motherwell it’s got to be easy, surely
easy, easy, so FILTERED easy.
T-shirts were printed, champagne already on ice,
It was time for a party, buying tickets at any price,
It started so well, you were cheering in the home end,
but no one told that to our miniature aussie friend.
Dry your eyes mate,
I know it’s hard to take, the dossers never gave up,
At least Skippy never scored three.
Dry your eyes mate,
I know it’s all our fault because we never lay down,
but you’ve got to face the truth now,
you FILTERED up.
And you’re just standin’ there, you couldn’t say a word
‘Cause the league had just gone
You’ll win nothin’
Absolutely nothin’
It wasn’t just Skippy though, the whole world’s against you,
the ref was a well fan, the linesmen were masons too,
we lay down against rangers, but we tried hard against you,
We’re huns without the bus fare.
We’re all closet proddies, even the catholics,
and Terry is an ex-hun, I bet that just makes you sick,
but the only thing holding back skippy from a hat-trick,
he just felt bad for you, his dad supports Celtic.
The hard facts are that Motherwell just scored more,
If you’d taken your chances you could have won by four,
So don’t blame us because we turned up and put up a fight,
Take a look at yourself, your team and your fans are FILTERED.
Dry your eyes mate,
I know it’s hard to take, the dossers never gave up,
At least Skippy never scored three.
Dry your eyes mate,
I know it’s all our fault because we never lay down,
but you’ve got to face the truth now,
you FILTERED up.
So when you find words are hard to say
Maybe action’s the order of the day,
Find a disables dosser and swing away,
He wont hit back anyway.
Dry your eyes mate,
I know it’s hard to take, the dossers never gave up,
At least Skippy never scored three.
Dry your eyes mate,
I know it’s all our fault because we never lay down,
but you’ve got to face the truth now,
you FILTERED up.
Ahh, what a glorious day!
Mon the 'Well
GIRFUY
