Luton Town v Millwall
We’ve had some help, we can all agree
However ‘rising’ to 20th wasn’t ea-zee
Leeds with deductions but look where they are
Luton got them too and they aint gone far
Bournemouth’s looking messy, and Port Vale’s in a state
Thankfully for Millwall it aint too late
Swindon are in bother, that we can confirm
It’s unlikely however to be their turn
To gift the rest another head start
Go into admin and points they will part
It’s not funny, it’s quite a shame
That clubs don’t learn their lesson in the beautiful game
It’s really quite horrid, loadsa money
Stick the kettle on, I’ll be a while honey
You see, the players get loads
And the sponsors pay up
The telly pays more and then there’s the cup
All strive for success any way they can
Setting their stalls on layers of sand
Sooner or later the tide comes in
The wins come to an halt and the manager’s binned
What’s then left is players aplenty
All on money that the kitty can’t empty
Contracts as long as your arm
No Bernard Matthews, bird flu, no stock clearance farm
The clubs and chairmen they have to compete
To achieve promotion or crowds they weep
So who’s fault is it? the fans they say stop
Cut out the wage demands and agency flops
Bring the game back to a decent level
Where money and wages, fans they resemble
But they don’t listen, they carry on
No restrictions and then a bomb
A club folds and loses points
Kneecapped and loses joints
They hope and pray they can keep moving on
Upwards and onwards to heady aplomb
But in very few cases does it reap success
Having to sell the talent to recover the chest
Meanwhile the Lions have to just capitalise
Hope their finances won’t bite back in surprise
Play away to Luton and watch them in despair
As they try to recover what’s left of their hair
Millwall are coming and we have to forget
That our goals against them will destroy them further yet
‘Have an heart’ they will say as the Lions look to win
But **** ’em, give ’em an hug and knock four in
Be judge and jury, executioner
There’s no time for sympathy, we’ve come this far
M’lord they’re buggered, learn them well
So we’re going to send them to Division Three hell
It won’t be instant, they’ll have time to recover
But three points we must have, aim for the jugular
Headbut their strikers and chin the midfield
Hack down their defence and destroy their will
All before the half time whistle please
So I can wet me own with a beer and a tea
Luton, I don’t like them history dictates
But here’s one for you, a little taste
The Lions will visit Kenilworth Road
For several hours make their little home, our abode
We’ll drink in their boozers and take the ****
Chat up their women and give them a kiss
Millwall are in town and the coppers are wary
For the Millwall fans are wight pwoper scawy
So when you enter fake London Luton town
Shout as loud, as loud as you can
The Millwall are here and we aint going back
Until we’ve got three points and have attack, attack, attacked
You got it son?
Probable Squad:
Venue: Kenilworth Road
Kick Off: 15:00
