First I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never post without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights just thinking how you slagged my town
And I grew strong, and I learned how to lose my frown

And so you're back . . . from comps UK
You know you want that Audi Quatro, but you're not prepared to pay
I should have changed that stupid lock, when you called me "smoggie whore"
I should have ripped your Kappa clothes up, when you dissed old Dudley Moore

Woah now go, walk out that door
Just turn around now, cos you're not welcome any more
Weren't you the one who who said we'd lay down for the Mancs
And when we beat them, gave a mumbled, grudging "Thanks"?



Only joshin'! I'd do a smily, but I'm rationed.