Nice one Doug
heres a little warning for all the Eric out crowd.
The Ballad of Leeds
O come ye good children, and gather 'round my feet
I'll tell ye the sordid tale of the football club named Leeds
A club so mighty they once stormed through the Cup Euro
Until the semi-finals, where Valencia laid them low
With mighty Mark Viduka, from auld Van Dieman's Land
And Kewell and Bowyer, Woodgate and Ferdinand
And pulling all the strings was the genius on the bench
Crafty Dave O'Leary, for whom winning was a cinch
Then the Dark Lord Ridsdale took a mortgage on the side
The bankers came a-callin', and Rio paid the price
Sold down the road to Manchester for 30 sterling mil
Like Judas sold our savior, 'fore they led him up the hill
O'Leary stood up and cried, "A pox upon yer head!"
So Ridsdale had him banished and put Terry in his stead
But 'twas far too late to keep them evil banker boys at bay
The till ran dry, the bill came due, and Ridsdale ran away
The boys in white went down, and went down once again
Now in the third division, they still pay for Ridsdale's sin
And no white knight has ridden in to save them from their fate
Just Black Ken Bates to suck them dry and revel in their hate
So listen well my little lads, my little lads in blue
And heed my words, me boys, heed my words so true
Beware of evil owners when they drive good men away
And leave your club with nothing but a banker's bill to pay
Remember my sad tale of the brave West Yorkshire sons
Who once plied their trade in Europe and now toil in League One<!-- sig -->